“Oh wow,” she declared, feeling my semi-erect cock through the fabric of my jeans. “I think someone is wanting to party.”She had an angelic fa...ce, with short brown hair. Her pouty lips were adorned with a shimmering light pink lip gloss.“Come on,” she pleaded, taking my hand in hers, “Let’s have a good time.”“Hold up,” I said as she pulled on my arm.I was in the mood to party, but I had done the topless bar scene many, many times. Table dances at twenty dollars a pop, can put one in the poor. Doug had a number of ghastly secrets and he thought back on the events of the past year.Doug was a mean bully, as simple as that. His family was wealthy and he was spoilt. A bully throughout school, this continued into his early adult life. His personality had led to an interest in dominating women and to sadism. He had spent many hours surfing web-sites to fulfil his extreme tastes. Although he dreamed of having his very own slave-slut to meet all of his demands, his terrible attitude to. She asked “you live here??”I turned towards her and replied “YES”She said “you can come in by taking the next building 2nd floor apt no 208 and went inside with my bottle of JD.205,206,207 and here it is 208.I rang her door bell; she opened the door and invited me in.As I entered her house, she guided me to her sofa and she left for the kitchen and got in a glass and offered a drink while she was sipping hers.As I took the drink from her I observed her she had straight hair and chocolate. The smile on her face grew broader as she took each of our rigid cocks into her hands, and then gently pulled them towards her. She turned her face towards Peter and kissed the end of his cock and then turned to me to do the same thing. To my delight, she then pulled me closer and took at least half of my cock into her mouth. She only opened her lips a little as she did this, so that my cock was pressing them further open as it entered. This had the effect of pushing back my foreskin, and then.