And again. It kept flickering at seemingly random intervals, never predictable, wearing on his unusually bleary mind.Time passed while he tried to fig...re out how he had gotten here. He remembered going to bed, disheartened after a day of unsuccessful job searching. Then... flashes, incomplete and incoherant. White tiles. The sound of an engine. Himself talking, though he couldn't remember to who or about what. Pain. And pleasure. And wanting more. And being denied.He jerked in surprise as the. I rubbed my cock and sensitive balls, gazing up at that pretty face. Her heavy-lidded eyes and red lips were intoxicating.She leaned forward and our mouths met, kissing deeply as her hands roamed over my chest, playing with my nipples. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her long, soft hair - jet black, with some sort of dye job turning the tips a honey blond. I pulled her mouth away from mine. "Kneel on the floor with your hands behind your back," I told her.She did as I. I had to get this motorcar back to Harold as soon as possible and perhaps it was time for me to take a vacation in the Greek Islands or somewhere in the middle of Cyprus. I had friends in both places and knew I could blend in with the expatriate crowd without too many questions.When I stopped in Venice, I found Harold nursing two black eyes and restrained my tongue from forming the question "What happened?" Knowing Harold, it could have been a bill not paid or a boyfriend declaring an end to a. Again I forced my hand between her legs, and this time she clenched again. Removing my hand I unbuttoned my shorts, keeping my mouth clamped upon her tit. Then I stood up, naked from the waist down and moved my cock to her mouth. She looked shocked and stared me straight in the eye without saying anything.She turned her head to the side so I moved it back and forced myself inside her mouth. She immediately gagged and tried to pull away but I held d on. Moving myself back onto the couch,.