He hadn’t come to work with much baggage, but he did have his music: His guitar, dozens of tapes, earphones and his portable AM/FM cassette player. ...e fell into a routine of coming in at night, exhausted, would shower and then settle into his chair or his bunk with his music. He’d put on the earphones, listen to his tapes and blindly play along. He’d played in bands all through high school, sixties and seventies rock, but what he loved most was more traditional blues.Being in the middle of. Even with my ears covered, I could hear her wails of passion. Her legs were vibrating with every muscle spasm. She pushed her ass up off the bed, forcing her feet harder into my back. This was a first for her. She said she has never had her pussy licked, but by the way she was responding, she was enjoying every minute of it.Her thick juices were flowing like flowing like maple syrup over a stack of pancakes. I was relishing the taste of her juices, trying to lap up as much as I could. Some had. Her mind forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on spiritual winds unto the tempest above that blaze with life and elemental forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.Closing her eyes, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer. He battered my asshole until I felt the soothing balm of his cum dripping from it. When he finished he pulled a shining, chrome butt-plug from his pocket and pushed it into my aching asshole."Don't waste that, it's the only dinner you'll be getting later. Now come on Baby-girl, let's get you home."Baby-girl was to be my name from that point onward. I wiped the tears that had formed form my anal punishment from my eyes and got up, gingerly. He walked to a table in the corner of a room and picked.