Oh, I have friends, lots of them. But when we hang out I am usually the last one on the dance floor and the first one to sit back down. I must admit, ...eading my own description of my social life makes me want to fall asleep. > > "Come on, Claudia," my friends would say. "Have a drink, hook up with someone and forget where you left your thong in the morning," They were party girls alright, and last Friday night I decided I would take a journey through their world. > > A new club had opened in. Then, as she moved back and forth on my body, Ana started to describe her three hours in that hotel room…Going up in the lift, she was trembling with excitement. She could feel the lift man staring at her; so. She suddenly faced him and pulled open her coat. When he saw her naked, his face went red and his trousers bulged with a magnificent 'hard on'. Ana put her hand on it and then he stopped the lift between floors. She knelt down in front of him and took out his dick. She closed her eyes as. I'd gleaned at least that much from listening to Doctor Jamison."Boss," Carl said smoothly, "if Laura had cancer and she was going through chemotherapy... and lost her hair and stuff... and she was down to skin and bones and was pale and weak... Boss, would you blame her for having her disease? Could you do that?"I sat frozen for a long time. I'd had some thoughts along this line, but Carl threw a vivid image at me--one I could not ignore or set aside. What he was requiring me to do was examine. Bill actually laughed at that and proceeded to stroke his cock in anticipation. The other two chuckled along with him and watched as I continued to flog her pussy.My own cock became fully erect, and my guts roiled with arousal as I watched her twist and scream with each blow of the flogger on her spread cunt lips. The others saw this and nodded to me. I tossed the flogger to Harold, Bill removed the clips on her pussy which caused another scream from behind her gag, and then I mounted her.