I excused myself and decided this was the appropriate time to get a room. For the next part of my plan. It gave Max some time to try and slime his way...into her panties. The bar was on the bottom floor of this old hotel in which you could rent rooms by the hour and so it was heavily trafficked by drug dealers and prostitutes. When I come back I catch them making out. The band was sitting in the booth laughing, clearly aware of what Max was up to. Opening the door to the back I could see Max. It was Jake opening the door and behind him stood five black men staring into the van at Barbara’s beautiful nude handcuffed body. ‘Fuck, where’d you get her,’ one of the men yelled out. ‘Nice piece of ass,’ another added. None of them could take their eyes off Barbara’s gorgeous nude body. Even after being raped last night and handcuffed since yesterday she still looked great with her 38′ inch breasts jutting firmly from her chest and her nipples large and soft waiting for a warm mouth. She. And very often I couldn't see beyond her amazing body, which seemed fine by her. She'd had several dominants previously, which triggered my competitive streak to want to give her something she hadn't had before.Yet as attractive as Jessica was, physically and in her mindset, she didn't want to bother with really getting to know me, and I didn't care because she was just so gorgeous. I sometimes felt the need to prove that I was the best and the toughest. I was caught in the middle; whereas Liz. Maybe there are others. Both stories are true.Before I met my wife Tina I lived by myself in an apartment. I fully indulged in my newspaper fetish. I of course had a subscription to the New York Times. I would wake up in the morning, run to the front door, pick up the paper and press it against my face to inhale the scent. I had newspapers everywhere. Thick stacks in my closets, my bed was covered in them, on the kitchen table, the living room.I masturbated at least once every day. I would.