Someone had just pulled out, so I took a nice parking spot right in front of the club. I grabbed my purse, put money in the meter, and went to the doo... "I.D?" the large-built man asked. I handed him my license, as well as the five dollar cover charge. He handed me my card back, stamped my hand, and said, "Have fun!" I smiled at him and walked in. My purse was a cross-body, so it was easy to dance and wear. I immediately went to the bar and ordered a drink. Almost as if on cue, two striking guys. I breathe his name softly and he looks up to me, his eyes filled with desire though remaining gentle. He smiles at me and kisses my thigh just beneath the lace, somehow I know that he will not rush me and that thought settles my nerves. I enjoy the sensation of him kissing over my stomach again, his hands massaging my thighs before parting my legs. He moves down the bed and I raise my knees so that my heels pierce the duvet. Tom kisses down my right inner thigh before repeating the kisses on my. I can tell you don't like a,n,a,l and you don't like to be fisted dry. Here taste my hand and tell me how that makes you fee? [Malcolm]My mouth was gaping wide open and I was breathing heavily due to the intense pain of his exploring fist up my shit hole. Tears started flowing again. His hand was in my mouth pushing and gripping my tongue. The taste of semen and the liquid leftovers of my poop was awful. I felt utterly disgusted. He kept smearing a combination of saliva, semen, and brown liquid. I hope to stay here for a long time," Melanie said."Yes, let's talk about the future, shall we? Now if memory serves me you had a roommate until just recently right?" he asked."That's right, Diane Harper. She quit the restaurant though and moved to Los Angeles to live with her sister," Melanie said."And you haven't found another roommate? Do you have any prospects?" he asked."I am looking, but at the moment I'm afraid not," she said, lowering her face and looking down at the floor in front of.