Je regardais la télévision, caressant les cheveux de la livreuse Deliveroo venue m'apporter ma pizza, et qui pompait ma bite avec passion, persuadé... qu'il s'agissait-là d'un pourboire tout ce qu'il y avait de plus normal, quand le visage du président de la République est apparu à la télé. Je ne sais plus exactement ce qu'il allait dire, mais c'est là que j'ai eu une révélation : avec ce don qui était le mien, pourquoi je n'avais toujours pas pris le pouvoir? Pourquoi je n'avais encore jamais eu. I could not be without this girl! What I had told myself that it was a really good friendship wasn't the truth. I loved Len! Even the hit and miss relationship we had would be better than life without her. Yet at this moment in time I could do nothing. I would jump on a plane to go to her, but what plane? And where would I go? I was useless at home, at work, I could do nothing. The sheer futility of my situation angered me, yet I could do nothing without even the faintest clue as to where she. My wrists were tied together, then tied to the pipe. My legs were spread apart, cuffed at each ankle. When I came to, the first thing I was aware of were hands gently stroking my thighs, then caressing my cock and balls through the thin fabric of my briefs. Even in my semi conscious state my cock began to stiffen in response, and a soft moan escaped my lips. But this ended abruptly when I became fully aware of my surroundings. I tried to yell, but all that came out was mmmphh! mmmphh! , I was. About an hour later, the food was gone and they were on their 4th glass making them dizzy and delightful. Pat took the glass from her. It was time to make his move. He held her hand as they walked out to the living room and settled on the sofa. “Damn! I ate too much and drank too much also”. Said Loretta. “I am usually not like this”. Patrick slipped the thin straps of her dress, off her shoulders and started to kiss her as she sighed in appreciation. As his hand slipped under her skirt, his.