Feeling the empty space in the bed it wakes you up. You get up and come looking for me.I'm sitting in your leather recliner in your man cave totally n...ked, with each leg draped over each arm of the chair, spreading my pussy lips wide open to give you a great view of the pink flesh inside just dripping with juice.I bring my hands up to play with my nipples, squeezing them and pinching the nipples until they get hard. I can even lick my own nipples. You love seeing me do that and I know it.You. You can hear the melancholy symphony of the raindrops behind the door, occasionally accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder. You don’t bother taking off your coat, letting droplets of water drip onto the floor. You look at the clock mounted on the wall. It’s a quarter-past midnight but you aren’t tired at all, at least not in the sleepy way.You shuffle through the room into the kitchen, and you hope there’s some beer in there. You are John Doe and today you were fired from your job, and. NUMBER FOUR:"You bastard!" Stacy cried. "You fucking bastard!" She lay on her back on the leather couch in her parent's living room, her shirt and fingers sticky with sperm. She brushed her hands against the front of her shirt in a futile effort to wipe herself clean, but that only seemed to smear the warm, sticky fluid more evenly down her front. She began to cry, involuntarily bringing a hand up to her face to cover her eyes. When she took the hand away, her eyelid and cheek glistened with. If she smiled, she would be a beauty, However, there was no smile. She was nervous, almost scared, as she continued, ‘You can take as much time as you want, Captain.’ ‘I’m a Lieutenant,’ I answered abruptly. I was pissed and had been in that state of mind for almost three weeks—and now some hooker calls me a captain and wants some action. The events leading up to me staring at a German hooker speaking English with a slight accent had taken five years. My asshole father had left my mom and me.