He seems doomed to constantly search for ersatz pleasurein another woman's arms because he cannot have what he truly desires, thatwhich he cannot have... Because none of these encounters provide sufficientsatisfaction for him, he must engage in progressively more extreme sexualfantasies with multiple women he picks up along the path of his journey. This goes on for some time until all the participants satisfy themselvesrepeatedly and gratuitously. The plot becomes roughly nonexistent at. One Friday night as I left the crowd still drinking, Amy one of the girls, said she'd walk home with me and we linked arms for the short walk home,I asked her if she'd like to come in for a coffee or another few drinks but fully expected her to refuse,"I'd love to" she said with obvious pleasure and dutifully popped into the wine shop below my flat to buy another bottle of vodka!She liked my flat and commented on the photographs I'd had framed and put onto the walls,"You're good Jackie" she. "But you just did . . . and the five minutes wasn't up yet. Mike, what do you want them to do?" The total absurdity of the scene . . . a girl with her shorts and panties warming her knees, another with her t-shirt shoved up to her neck and her bare breasts showing, and still another with her underwear gaping through her jeans - made Mike snicker with delight. Anything was now possible! "I think Carrie and Molly should take off ALL of their clothes . . . and then carefully LICK both of us . . .. Ashanti sent me a picture of her titties. She sent the caption, "how big do they look?"They looked amazing. I wanted to suck on them so bad. The nipples were darker than her chocolate skin. I wanted to suck on those big titties.Me: They look amazing. I want to suck on those dark chocolate nipples. I want to taste the sweetness. Show me that big black booty in that thong.Ashanti: Yes sir. But first I want a video of you jerking that big cock. I want you to rub the pre-cum over the big purple.