.My bad. It was at the Hotel Lebleu by the airport the first night. Then, the next afternoon we posted up at Buzzard Roost Inn.”“Hell yeah! Da fuc... you been?”“I’ve been traveling with work.”“I been tryna get at you. I want you to do dem splits again.”“I’m in town!”“Wheah?”“Downtown. Grand Mountain.”“Lemme see how much Uber gon’ be.”“Call me back.”“Answer yo’ phone!”“Yes, sir!”Eleven minutes later, Dicey’s phone rang again. “Hey!”“Yeah! My homeboy gon’ bring me through. He wanna get sum too.”“I. My body squirmed and wiggled under his tongue as he toyed with my nipples. He had no mercy but I wasn't looking for any right now. My wrists chafed and my arms ached from their position but I forgot that when his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, teasing it hard. I arched my back when he gently sucked on it ... feeling a jolt of pleasure spread through me. I knew I shouldn't be liking it ... I should be pissed off at what he'd done to bring me in the cabana and tied me up but I just wanted. "Tears were beginning to flow down Peter's cheeks as he turned andreluctantly went over to the hateful Bruno, he puckered his full softred lips, Bruno slipped an arm around him, his thick tongue pushingbetween them, just like Larsen, as his hand tweaked and stroked Peter'sright nipple. Peter gasped at the sensation, his mouth opening in theshocked feeling from his nipple and Bruno instantly mashed his lipsagainst him, kissing him in a deep lustful embrace. When he let him go,Peter was panting. "When Dayna suggested she and Sandy do Experience of Survival, it seemed especially appropriate. You all know why we're here, to raise funds for the victims and families of that terrible day of September 11."She stopped for a second, and continued. "We have with us tonight a man who came from Bradford, who now lives in New York, who had the experience of survival on September 11, but suffered a terrible tragedy in the loss of his wife, Julie. He offered to say a few words tonight, and I am not.