Willy was playing the part perfectly."NO, you have to stay covered with the sheet. I ahhh, well I am not supposed to see you completely naked sir" Lee...a was half yelling and obviously not in control at the moment. "Aw sheeit lady it don't bother me none that y'all see's me naked, Ah ain't got nuthin ta hide," Willy laughed as he ambled toward the table. His thick cock was swinging from side to side as he passed by Leesa. I was beside myself because I was paying close attention to where Leesa. Safety didn’t do much to curb her behavior. Christmas Eve was just another night and tonight’s lout was just as offensive as the rest.Had one of her neighbors looked out, they would have seen tears streaking down her aging, angry face. Decades of cheap booze and occasional side trips into psychedelic narcotics had robbed her of any beauty she might have once possessed. Deep lines creased her red, blotchy face, making her seem much older than thirty-eight. Streaks of gray highlighted her red. Then a thought struck her, 'Selima was number two, but in the morning she will go to her husband's harem and I will be number two! And the number one is the Master's mother and she doesn't count in bed. I shall be number one in bed.'To everyone's consternation Selima returned a few minutes later in floods of tears. Apparently the Emir had refused to let her into his bed. This was unheard of on a wedding night and she must have offended him mightily. The Chief Eunuch was completely at a loss to. "Damn, Ollie; you can really throw a couch around!" I remember him saying one day; and he was right. I was 6'6, 310 lbs of pure Minnesota meathead. "You should enter one-a those Strongman competitions!" I did, and I won. Easily. 9 months later and I was in the finals with my pockets full and my nuts empty thanks to a little cardio bunny from the gym I'd been smashing on the side.That all changed when this fucking minotaur of a man, Sven Gunnarson, tossed a keg so far the crowd had to scatter. I.