Sure my husband is a good provider as well as Ambers, but when it came down the point of pleasuring a woman it was more like wham bam thank you and of... to sleep always leaving me to bring pleasures to myself with my own fingers. He would not even go down on me, but sure was full of excitement when I coated his cock with my mouth.Amber is a very beautiful woman. She is very petite, but she has a nice curvy figure. With long blond hair and eyes as blue as the ocean, it's easy to lose yourself in. With no water, no heat and no power my apartment was soon going to be a death trap. It was only March 8 and there was still plenty of snow on the ground. Think northern Illinois.I remembered meeting an old guy named Karl Heinz at a local car show. He had a truck that was so ugly that it was magnificent. It was a repatriated 1947 GM truck that had been sent to Russia and rebuilt with locally available components, then run until it died. He'd somehow gotten the thing re-imported and rebuilt it. Professor Dawes closed the door behind us. The room was small and dimly lit. It then occurred to me to wonder how many other young men—or even young women—had gained “extra credit” this way. A strange-looking contraption was in the little room; it came up to about my waist. Professor Dawes turned to me. “This is for you,” he said with a smirk. “Over you go.” I realized I was meant to lean over the thing, so I did. It could have been a table, I supposed, but it was built. “I’m so sorry, Mister Luna. I can take two hundred off the cost,” remarked the effeminate party planner/.“You better,” the man with pale brown skin said,“I”;ll do whatever,” Braxton shared. “I didn’t mean to mess it up.”“Good. My princesa said yellow flowers. FIX IT!”“I will,” the short,, medium brown-skinned dude with an orange undertone said.“You better,” Agustin the party planner told him. Braxron got on the phone. He placed a call.“I have a truck comin right now,” Braxton said.“Oh! I told.