When I was thirsty I went looking for something to drink. When I was hungry I looked for food. I walked on. I felt nothing. I was as nothing. The Budd...ists were right. Attachment is the source of all suffering.In the morning (Was it the next morning? The next week? My beard was a little longer.) I turned around and headed back up the beach. I had no idea what had taken me over so thoroughly. It took me three weeks to get back to my villa. I sure had dropped weight. The winter rains had come. " That's a tremendous pity." Finny said putting a strong hand on Chase's shoulder. "No man should have such a beautiful wife and not enjoy the benefits anytime he wants." I wish it was different." Chase sighed, "It seems like the hotter she got, the less she wanted to fuck." He couldn't believe he had blurted that out to a stranger."What if I told you that I can definitely help?" Beau said in a conspiratorial whisper."Listen, if I thought it would work, I'd do almost anything." Chase said with. I wince as you slap my breasts again, twice to each. Another slap, harder this time. “What the fuck do you say, slut?” My voice is hoarse and my throat is raw, my body is shaking in arousal, “Th-thank you, Sir!” No sooner was my gratitude expressed before I was bent over the sink, my chest pressed against the freezing porcelain sink. My pants and underwear are tugged down, my bare ass exposed to your mercy. My hips jerk when your fingers find my desperate clit, and I bite my lip hard to keep. So the two questions I have for you are one, can you do for me what you did for Heather and two, is what will it cost me?" she asked.As she finished talking, I could see the desperation in her eyes. At first, I said nothing as I had no idea how to respond and we stayed that way until I looked at the pictures of her sitting astride her horse looking proud holding whatever award she had won with her long blond hair hanging down being held in place by her cowboy hat. Looking at her lying in bed I.