In the first well-illuminated room, the customers could sit and watch the porn video on offer. The other room was a mirror image of the first room, bu... the lighting was far more subdued, and there was no television. This space was an area for group or public sex. Beyond all of this, there were individual cubicles for private sex.My favourite place at this establishment was the steam room, and mostly, I would move between the steam room and the bar every half-hour or so. I had many fond memories. After he had fueled up he picked up a few groceries and then drove on to his Uncle's place.As he completed the last part of the day's driving, Dale's mind wandered over the information he had gathered surrounding his Uncle's last days. Ezra had been healthy most of his life and wanted to be remembered that way. He had always told Dale "If I have my way I'll live forever! No, there will never be a funeral for Ezra Stillman."'Well Uncle Ezra got part of it his way, ' Dale thought to himself,. She groaned as the overstimulation of her clit began to feel more painful than pleasurable. Meanwhile Vivian had watched it all, numb from the surreal nightmare that had become their lives. She sighed as Karzec’s rigid length pummeled her cunt again and again, sliding through her like a sword, only one made of silken-steely flesh instead of metal. Her breasts felt the lingering imprint of his hands even after he stopped playing with her nipples and now gripped her by the shoulders, his pelvic. “Can I get you a drink?” Cindy asked. “Thank you,” I said. I accepted a cold beer from her, while she sipped from a glass of white wine. I put down my bottle and gave her the package. Cindy opened it, took out the canvas; the expression on her face made the time spent on it worth it.“Oh my God, I love it! It’s perfect. Jim will be so pleased! You made me look like a Playmate!”“Well, that was my intent, Cindy,“ I said, “but I have to say, I don’t think I did you justice. You’re even more.