For now, all he could do was follow the soft glowing lights. As he nearedthe end of the hallway he noticed faint sounds. Coming closer his mindwas rem...nded of keystrokes of an old typewriter. Yet it was not quite thesame.At the end of the corridor was a bend and Roman slowly inched closer. Itopened up to a small room, that was sparsely furnished. An office deskmade in a sleek mix of glass and plastic. Two matching chairs. One infront and one behind. Sitting on the chair behind the desk was a. Anything left at the apartment after their party became property of the apartment and placed behind the bar.ABSOULTELY NO DRUGS OF ANY KIND WOULD BE ALLOWED IN "LAMDA HOUSE". This was cut in stone; it was a zero tolerance rule.Any damage caused to furnishings or the apartment would be paid for by the offending party. Their privileges were suspended until their payment was received. If a guest caused the damage the frat brother that invited them was responsible.And the most important rule, at. I shook my head.“She says irreconcilable differences.”Mitzi nodded her understanding and then asked another question.“How about the restraining order, why does she think she needs that?”“She says my military experience and time in Afghanistan might make me prone to violence. She could have a point there,” I replied.Mitzi snorted derisively.“Bullshit! You are the most easy going guy I know.”I shrugged noncommittally and passed her the section that enumerated the financial settlement Lindsey was. He's... HARD! FULL!"He fucked me harder. Faster. Sensing I was close. I look Marie in the eyes and kissed her softly as I came, holding her hand in mine. "DAMMIT!" I screamed as I undulated against his cock, my body spasming slow but hard. I sent him over the edge as he rammed hard into me one single time and held it deep. "FUCK! FUCK this is good pussy!"His wife, for her part, reached up and slapped his face as he did so. "Come on, Ed... give it all to her. Empty your balls into this worthless.