A feeling of satisfaction washes over me, and I feel an urge to press on with my journey. I dance my way up her thigh toward my goal, but find that I am shunted with my efforts, as her hand now resting upon my hair. "Honey," She whines, pushing my head back making the pain that I felt at the sink well up within my chest and spread into my limbs. "It's too early in the morning." An Invisible burden in dropped indian onto my shoulders, and I slowly retreat from the bed as she pulls the sheets around her and curls into a ball. My guts begin to twist in sorrow, and I return to the pills that love me so much. I swallow them. This cycle seems to go on and on for some time, but as the months go by my desperate frustrations slowly warped until I found I became resentful of her rejection. I gave my wife an ultimatum… one that she didn't care to meet. All these years I have shared with her and the two boys we have raised… I haven't wanted any woman besides my wife. Time has gone by and I have enter an existence of pure repetition, I find my home empty of all the joys I cherished above all things. my wits are nearing their end and I fear no pill will save me from where my thoughts now stray. For weeks now I've been feverishly looking for someone to plug, in a vain attempt to fill the hole I have carved in my soul. Being without the familiarity of my now estranged wife's warmth next to mine each night, I find the only way to sleep is to force myself into a drug induced slumber. I'm not looking for commitment, I had that and here I lay alone. No, what I need a release, something stronger than a drug and more efficient. I may have a way... I work in the industrial district of my city, and I've caught glimpses or heard rumors of women that wander the streets at night. They've been known to mostly traversing between the all night dinners and run down hotels that encircle the district. These businesses, and their very active clientele, almost seem to make a cage around the wealthy fools trapped inside this translucent bubble. Where within women... hookers, hunt the company men that lie within this cluster of factories for the deep pools of cotton they have hidden away in their pocketbooks. I never really had a use for a prostitute, so I mostly thought of them as a nuisance to the younger men that work around me. I use to grow annoyed to hear their stories of their seedy quests they had ventured into the night before. The constant chiming of a place they call "B and A" began to become a jingle in my mind. "B and A" became a tormenting fantasy location, one that has the possibility to soothe my woes and silence my lust, That holds a promise of traveling between the thighs or lips of untamed and skilled "trades women" for no more than a few dollars. I admit it never really interested me until now, but ill be damned if I don't seize the opportunity. I turn down the pitch black alley between Brook and Abbey street with a particularly angry erection, as rain begins to speckle my windshield. The little driveway is pressed firmly against two towering factory buildings, with barely enough road to drive two vehicles down. Most of the metalic occupants are now snuggled up to the brick walls as though looking for shelter and warmth from the coming shower. I pull myself closer to my trucks steering wheel as the rain begins to hammer down on my windshield. I turn amateur on my wipers and watch as they frantically proceed to bat the water away. The wipers rapidly shake their heads "no" Hardcore as they struggle with the falling rain. The severe lack of visibility due to my foggy headlights makes me feel that this outing may be a bust. I begin to feel a creeping worry that this oasis between these two towering behemoths of brick and mortar exists. If it wasn't widely discussed or hyped, I wouldn't ever brave this storm for the prospect of getting some alley cat. That and the fact that I'm also starting to doubt any woman would traverse into this dark alley, during a typhoon like downpour, in the hopes of apprehending a few measly dollars from some lonely schmuck like me. The only thread of hope I can cling to is the promise that at any given time, this alley is filled with at least half a dozen women ripe for the choosing. Perhaps with a nicer night I might be able to quench my thirst on more than just precipitation. Come into the bedroom and find out. “Yes, you can wipe it away of just wash it off. "How are you today?" When she pulled out the contents, her knees gave way and she slid down the wall and landed on her ass at the two women's feet. It was a long day and the bell finally went off. As he leaned over to effectively cup both breasts as she had instructed . . . We chat about how much of a nice time she had last night. Two men fucking me…never would have dreamed this would happen, but, now I can’t wait for it! I came hard, stream after stream of hot cum emptying into her tight mouth. His tongue dove in with renewed fervor, probing her vagina and lapping greedily at her juices. Jon told me that I didn’t have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic airport and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The client would find me. I’d give him a CD and then catch the 3:40 pm flight back. “The comment of the Queen, before she passed out was; “Compare him with the one 65 years ago. She had a hairy bush. "That is good news. I don’t know if it was drink or drugs but she was gone, and having real trouble walking. As always, I rubbed her head as she blew me and watched her wagging tail. Even after he had lost his erection he must have been five or six inches long. Once when I thought that there was no one else in the shop I pulled the front of my see-through dress up and put a finger in my soaking pussy. “Si Señora; no one will object to you being naked and the video will be so much better amateur with you like that.” She rose from her knees and strutted herself to the edge of the bed. His cock reaches back and kisses the back of my throat. Greed was an opulent slut who didn’t deserve to exist. A well aimed whipping motion of Mother’s wrist slashed the riding crop down hard, unyielding leather finding purchase on the delicate and inflamed tissues of my clit. I was so aware that more of my brother's jizz was frozen inside of my mother's pussy. “Uh, what about him?” I yanked my tee shirt off and picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Her body was indian experiencing small after shocks from the fucking she had received, but she realized they were going to be with her all night. Our mom wants you first.” I was surprised but understood the Chinese culture. The routine was definitely broke by all of this as she said “I do gotta go”. “Daniel,” Patricia called out and watched Alicia dance in frustration. At one time she tried to bolt Hardcore from bed despite being blind folded. “And we're live in five, four, three,” the producer said before mouthing, “two, one.” In a way I was pleased when clients came to visit us as I had told Lucy that she had to dress more conservatively which was less of a distraction for me.