Amber looked up, embarrassed at being seen eagerly performing oral sex. She felt trashy and delicious at the same time as she studied Danny. He was dr...ssed in a very tight T-shirt and track pants. He seemed fit and well-proportioned but so tiny. He was at least a half a head shorter than his sexy South Asian wife and probably ten pounds lighter. In fact, he was nearly twenty pounds lighter, but on a good day, could still kick her ass in the dojo.Kendra stepped back and eased into the robe that. She's dressed casual showing off a little cleavage. Little does she know I have plans for her tonight. After a few drinks and shots I meet up with a guy at the bar that I set a meet up with. I give a quick intro to the wife that he's an old but I used to work with ages ago and we chat for a while. Before we leave he insists on doing a shot with us and goes and gets a round before we leave. He gets the shots but adds a little something to the wifes shot. We slam it down and head our seperate. ‘You knew better,’ I scolded myself, lifting my bloodshot eyes to the mirror as I spat into the sink. Every fiber of my being had told me not to go there, that naught good could come of it. I did it anyway—because he wanted it and I wanted to please him. Simple, really. The reason why he wanted it was not lost on me, though. It added to my anger. Packing wouldn’t have taken nearly as long if not interrupted several times by dry heaves. I saw his eyes as I squeezed my own closed. Not the eyes I. But could this ritual actually save us, or had we gone mad in our desperation that we should place our hope in these uncivilized rites? As Alexander, squeezing his own nipples, fucked away at my arse, nothing seemed to change in our situation, as indeed any educated person could only have expected.Then, off in the far distance, I saw something that looked like a cyclone forming on the water. Yet it was not shaped like a cyclone, but rather, rounded on either side and coming to a point at each.