He senses me getting ready to erupt for the second time today and suddenly stops. "That was just a little tease" he says, as his fabulous body slowl... slides on top of mine. He kisses me passionately, our tongues interwined like snakes in an ancient mating ritual. Our breathing got harder as our kisses became more passionate then ever. Slowly, my mysterious lover began to rub the tip of his throbbing, rock-hard cock against my moist, juicy vagina. I moaned loudly, wanting more. I was about to. The Gastown area of the city. Still great shopping and food but less expensive, barely. Gastown is named after a seaman ( nsert joke here) named "Gassy Jack" Appropriately his prominent statue is perpetually covered in bird poop, a tourist "must see".Once there, she migrated to Calvin Klein's...of course, she did! I glanced at a dress in a nearby boutique, hideously splattered with splotches of many colors, like something found at a Jackson Pollack yard sale. It was honestly the ugliest. He wasnt disappointed, both men had left long messages marvelling on the disgusting filth that theyd been able to force Eve into. Both of the men had been impressed by Eves submissiveness and willingness to be used by them. One now suggested, sometimes in these places you can find toilets clogged up with shit and then just left to accumulate filth. While the second man was even more explicit and suggested that, we could have had her head pushed down into a toilet bowl full of stale, putrid. I know 'statutory') requirements, but perfunctory hugs every night ... I can't explain.Two wives later, here I am. Dad's on billboards all over Houston. Rolls in dough. I get anything I want, but what I want is to be wanted. I do private schools. Somewhere along the line I got the idea that I wanted to play music. Our private school class went to a performance of a chamber orchestra and a beautiful girl played some classical music on a violin. It's like switches lined up in my brain. This is.