When I got back to our table I spotted Gwen out on the floor doing the dance solo. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she dipped, swayed and turned... Her lovely dark mane swirling as she moved to the music. I had never in my life wanted anything more that I wanted her right then. Yes, I wanted her, but deep down inside me I knew that I could never have her the way I wanted. I knew, absolutely knew, that I would never be enough for Gwen. She was just too much woman for any one man.The tune. My mother raised itand I fearfully observed the menacing weapon approach my eyes. Suddenlyit gripped onto my eyelashes and clamped down for countless seconds.The movement of my second set of lashes experienced the same. With not alittle relief I watched mother withdraw the offending tool. Oh no, more? I was being attacked by another bushy brush with a red tipand mother stabbed my cheekbones with it! Okay, perhaps a slightexaggeration but it really was dabbed on my cheeks. Another cotton budon a. They won't be happy to be awakened at this hour, but so what? You can fix yourself up. And stay awhile, if you wish." He kissed her on the cheek. "No obligation. Seriously." Sounds like my best option. My only option." Let's go then. It's a short walk. Just remember one thing." What?" Revenge is the best medicine."She paused and looked at him. He was handsome, much younger than her. "Maybe so. How old are you?" Twenty-one." Oh, my God."*It was a very small house with two very small bedrooms,. I shuddered almost epileptically, the drugs sending my orgasm to another planet. My thighs were quivering with the strain of holding myself down on the dildos, and at last I fell forwards onto the dressing table, bottles of perfume crashing around me as the shafts slithered out and tumbled to the floor.'Not bad, ' I thought as I lay there, panting hoarsely, 'not bad at all.' I was still horny, I went at it again, but instead of the first orgasm being the foundation stone of a night's depravity,.