I started pretending that my nipples were wet from the tongue of a lover. Maq, I hope you realize how much I trust you when I say: I imagined that the... were wet from a man's sperm and then I imagined that they were wet from where I'd pressed them into the pussy of Chloe Spencer. I don't even know if such a thing could be done in real life, but it could in my head.Speaking of pussy. Mine was tingling. I was pressing my legs together, stimulating myself with the pressure.Then, keeping with the. ”Tim pulled his truck into a nearby the club’s parking lot and found a spot near the backdoor. The modest lot was filling, with the spots nearest the karaoke bar filling the fastest. While getting out of the truck, he contemplated whether or not he should try to go in through the back door. After slinging his leather bag full of various weapons over his shoulder, he attempted to open the backdoor but found it closed and locked. After a second thought, he removed the bag and stuffed it partially. It was just past ten-thirty when I stretched and yawned saying, “One more game, and I’m calling it a night.”Rick looked at me a little funny as Ken spoke up, "No point in hurrying home. I'm sure my wife will keep the girl's out partying way past midnight, it is her Birthday, and you know how she is!"Then Rick chimed in, "Yeah, Kristin told me Sandy would probably keep them out late tonight."I did my best to look tired, replying, "Yeah, that's what Lori said too. I'm just dead on my feet guys,. We paused in the hallway as he opened the cupboard under the stairs. I noticed the heaviness of the door, clearly metal. ?Soundproofed,? he stated, in a matter-of-fact voice. The first word he had uttered. A bare bulb illuminated a set of steps and we moved down them, me dribbling spit down his shoulder as I watched the world disappear above me.We entered a cellar, illuminated by a single bare bulb. The cellar was dusty, unused. A bare room without windows, whitewashed and stark. He.