Looking down at his blankets on the bed he saw the proof that it had been a great dream. There were copious amount of white sticky jizz everywhere. "J...st great" he mumbled "now moms going to think I was jacking of again." Charles Adams, or Chuck as he thought of himself, had finally had enough."Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my mother finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens when you live at home. As he left his childhood and now. That little fuck wasn't gonna try anything much with most of the football team there. I just wish Brit would get tired of his skinny ass soon. I'm tired of his smirks, but I can't kick his ass while she's still hanging on to it," he said."Maybe she just needs a little of the good lovin' from the Ray Machine," I said to him, giving him my best Groucho Marx eyebrow shimmy."Nope," he said with a smile. "You're too tall and big for Brittany. She likes 'em skinny. Besides, the Ray Machine is, I. The front of the place is actually in the back and the back of the place has a lingerie store in front of it and that fronts the road. Confusing? I’m sure, unless you’ve been there.So we leave via the north side exit and notice that there are more cars parked then there are people in the bar, way more. And we pass these cars, as I’m looking for a place to park, we notice that most of the car’s have people hanging in them, which we felt was pretty strange at the time. And each time our. She twisted around frantically on the bed, hoping that her thrashing might somehow work to loosen the ties that bound her, but instead, her actions only pulled the knots tighter still.“Go ahead, whore – I love watching you squirm. The more you writhe around, the harder I get,” the man that had tied her wrists laughed. “Open her legs,” he told the other man, who promptly pulled her legs wide apart holding them in place again. He stepped closer and ran his fingers lightly up the back of her.