Maria would be disguised as usual and I had to give her the go ahead in advance in case she found a likely candidate for a fuck as she had been left h...gh and dry in the cinema because she did not have my permission, I was impressed to say the least.The night club was fairly busy with a collection of dance music from a DJ, I found us a table and we settled down enjoying the opportunity for some nice conversation and a bit of flirting, she was a very attractive woman especially when she smiled,. Please do not be mistaken in assuming that because I haven’t blogged, I haven’t been ‘playing’, as that it not the case … at all! Also please don’t think that if you were one of those… erm… ‘players’ that you were in anyway ‘unblog-worthy’ because that may not be the case either (… may not). Unsurprisingly, one of my ‘current’/ongoing visitors is ‘Sarge’ (you might remember him from ‘hands like shovels’). As you well know, 99% of the time I meet people with ‘Eeyore’ partly for safety and partly. ” “Can’t even get the fucking thing hard, can you?” He shook his head and started to cry a bit harder. “You sure are a worthless little cunt,” I said in a loud, clear and rather jovial tone. “Can’t even get that little baby-dick hard, might as well be a fucking little girl.” I knew that would get to him. I had him programmed with the memories of being taunted by his school-mates. They called him every name in the book. Although there was one boy, a boy older than. I apologize in advance for any grammatical or punctuation mistakes. I was a Poli. Sci. major not an English major. * All in all it had been a pleasant enough evening. Lively conversation and some nice wine. Ever since I had won the lottery big time and retired in order to dedicate myself to more philanthropic endeavors, I didn’t get out much anymore. But tonight I had decided to attend a charity dinner to raise money for helping rehabilitate abused animals. Owning two dogs myself I had a soft.