The areas that had been empty lots or small farms before I left were filled with two and three story residential structures. There were a lot more peo...le as well. The after effects of the Civil War were clearly evident. There were a lot more colored people living in the city. There were also many veterans walking the streets on crutches, pant legs pinned up where legs had once been; or missing arms, some begging for money, but most seemingly headed back and forth from home or work.“My house was. I can pull mycock a little over 8 inches in to the tube by using 25 psi and it swells to thefull 2 inches diameter of the tube, anyway, I have a tens unit which is formussel control. I have one pad taped on the head of my cock and another leadstuck between my ball sack and ass hole. What a feeling! I use it to get off. Ionly wish it would go higher to increase my pleasure. ??? One night I got acrazy idea and wondered what I could do to torture my cock more than I do. Iwondered what it would. ”“Can I get her anything?”“Some water would be nice.”Ben the barman brought a glass of water over to her, getting a closer look at her still spread pussy as he approached her.“Thanks mate.” Jason said then he lifted her head and let her have a sip.Meanwhile Jason could hear the men talking, mainly about the ‘lucky bastards’ that got to use the bottle on Eva. Jason lowed Eva’s head and left her to rest. He went to the bar and discovered that Ben the barman had given him a fresh beer.They talked. Everything to do with Abby was making me hard and I hadn't stroked my cock this much since I'd been 15.I couldn't seem to get the taste of her cunt out of my mind. Or the way her tiny hips had jerked up against my face, pushing her pussy against my tongue. If she orgasmed with such fervor when she'd been drugged, just imagine how she would be when she had all her senses. I wracked my brain trying to think up new ways to get my face between her legs again, without her knowing. Which was just.