Without a doubt it was him. A deep, yet soft and sweet voice, one that I miss so much. I felt my knees get weak and without thinking about it I stoppe...d, but didn’t turn around. ‘Aye… Mayra!’ My stomach had more butterflies than before. I had both hands in my coat pockets, turning around slowly. I saw him standing only a few feet away from me holding the gift, wearing gray sweat pants, a white wife beater and a black sweater unzipped on top. He was the most beautiful Greek man I had ever seen. I hastily looked out for my wife who just mouthed the word "Enjoy"!Next to the cheers from the guys the dancer slipped off her bra to reveal an enormous pair of firm D or DD sized perfect breasts with huge dark symmetrical nipples.The dancer continued to tease me and was soon pressing her breasts into my face and encouraging me to suck on her nipples which I duly obliged swapping from one to the other causing her huge nipples to grow even more and become very erect . That was not the only. You’re gaining a rhythm, back and forth as you use my mouth as a fuckhole.“Go on, fuck the honky bitch’s mouth,” your friend laughs as you use me as your sex toy.You withdraw and I notice your friend has undressed and is playing with himself as he watches. His cock is almost as big as yours, I see, as you begin to beat your hard meat across my face. I try to lick your penis as it slams into my face, time and again you whip me with your ebony shaft, laughing and calling me your white bitch.You. Grown men, tough guys, Navy Seals, screaming in pain like babies, even when he covered his head with a pillow and/or raised the volume of the TV, he could still hear their screams. Always exhausted, he was morbidly tired. He was so very tired. Always taking stock, taking inventory, and more than willing to care for and carry his half of the heavy load, he now was too tired and too battle weary to give a shit about anything. He was sick. He was so very sick. He was hurting and alcohol was the.