Standing by his car, where she gave him one last, long, deep French kiss on that last weekend before Christmas before she left for home and Larry–an... then watching her run away from him, back to her apartment, without looking back. –‘I have nothing to say.’ He sat and thought of more and more, and shed a tear–not from the pain, but because there was none. He was free. It was a college romance. They broke up. She never meant to hurt him, she was young and didn’t know how to break it off.. My greeter was a rather young girl. She introduced herself as, Genie but said very little and led me into a rather large room. Other guests were already seated around what appeared to be a dance floor. Five tables were around it, each occupied by a couple that were sipping drinks and quietly conversing. They didn’t seem to even notice my entrance. I was seated and brought a small vial of greenish liquor. The girl, Genie, leaned over to me and softly whispered, ‘Just sip it slowly, your escort. I have no idea how long it took, but suddenly I felt my ass touch his stomach and I knew I had taken every inch of that gigantic tool deep into my tummy. And it felt amazing. I couldnt even register the pain, all I could feel was the fullness of my body being invaded by a cock as big as a baseball bat. I eased up a few inches and sank back down, as he urged me to go faster and faster, impaling myself over and over on what felt like a telephone pole shoved up my ass. I was aware of other voices. She turned ever so slowly to show me a string not much bigger than a kite string holding everything together. The sides and back were tied in perfect little bows like my shoelaces. Her ass was amazing, as was the rest of her body. Her pussy had been shaved bald and recently too. The tiny triangle of material down there was not doing anything but covering her clit.I said, “I love it. I absolutely love it. If I had a poster of you in that bikini I would stick it to the ceiling over my bed to jerk.