I was planning to relax in Tahiti, where hopefully I would be able to remember the reason I was doing this again. I was very close to total meltdown, ...oth physically and mentally.The sounds from the stage died out as the last of the meat racks and road boxes were sent up the ramps and the doors to the trailers were shut. I went out the door of the dressing room and toward the loading dock. I remembered when as a struggling band we had to hump all of our own equipment, and I always made it a. Jerry lived in one, very large room in a building that looked condemn and no doubt should be condemned. Many of the building that surrounded his building were abandoned and condemned. With his room the entire top floor of a five story building, the building had an old, dirty, glass ceiling. It was the kind of ceiling that was trimmed with copper. All of these building must have been grand buildings when they were built in the Gilded Age, the late 19th century. Oxidized by time and the weather,. My tongue felt his perfectly straight teeth and the breathing and smacking was intense. I could feel his pre-cum dripping on my feet and had to slow him down again. As we cooled down, I suggested he shower first. He wanted to shower together and I was still shocked how far this straight stud had come. I thought of all the girls at work who crowded around him dying to get a date with him. Yet here he was, in my house, naked, just freshly finger fucked, and French kissed by me and wanting to. “Do you want more?”No.“Yes. Yes, please.”God. I scream. Fire and pain. Pain. I realize that my pelvis is moving… it’s moving towards nothing, towards the pain, like it wants to make love to it.He throws the flogger on the mattress next to me. His hands are massaging my cheeks, squeezing them, pulling them apart. New waves of pleasure wash over me. The hands slide up my back to the breasts. They squeeze and caress them. My nipples are so hard and sensitive that it’s almost painful. His fingers.