He’s the lead singer in our successful university band, cracks funny jokes, has a positive outlook on everything. Not to mention his style; vintage ...hirts, multiple wrist bands on each wrist (gifts from adoring fans), tattered jeans. I’m not particularly jealous of him, because where he lacks, I definitely pick up the slack. I easily manage a ‘Grade A’ average, a steady job at the local library, and smoke about three times a day. Zan and I are close, possibly because of the fact that we’re. "Chad, I can give you great pleasure or pain. It is my choice and you cannot do anything about it. I want you to know who is in charge. If you understand that I am in control of you then I will give you pleasure if not...." Another hard slap caused him to scream.I then pulled him up by the leash so that he was on his knees. His cock was still erect and I could see a large amount of pre-cum coated the head. My mouth watered with the thought of sucking it clean but I knew I wanted to play this. Literally,” Seraina wrinkled her nose and continued.“She told us said she had a gig to entertain a work crew. Open bar, too much booze, the men started fighting. One guy tried to rape her, others intervened, she was in the middle of a brawl, took off running, couple of men gave chase, she saw our door open, and the rest is history," Seraina said with a shudder as she squeezed Darlene's shoulder. "Next thing, cops are everywhere, someone pulled the fire alarm, it was bedlam. Then someone was. I always see them. There’s Mom sitting there in her Levi’s and our high school sweatshirt with Aunt Carol, dressed the same way, just watching. She always cheers herself hoarse, but then, after the game...” His voice tailed off.“What happens after the game?” Kris asked.“We’ll get something to eat, and then it starts...”“What starts?” Kris insisted.“They dissect the game. Every stinking play! ‘Tony, when you had third and two from their 32, you had Homer all alone on the right sideline. Why.