As I write this, I look down at the ashtray on my desk and notice that I am already on my fifth cigarette and fourth cup of coffee of the day. It’s ...not yet 9am. I haven’t slept for two days. I can still hardly believe the amazing story that I am about to tell you. It seems too fantastic, too unreal, but I assure you, every word is the truth. My name is Cooper, Ted Cooper, but everyone just calls me TC. There’s nothing special about me, nothing amazing. I’m thirty years old, happily married to. They had made a number of loans to people both in and outside of the medical professions.One loan was to a fellow who wanted to start a restaurant that was strictly a drive through operation with no inside service. He said he wanted capitalize on the high profit items of coffee, soda, French fries that would be order to go with the main featured item of foot long hotdogs or polish. Another loan was made to a lady who worked at an “In and Out” fast food restaurant as a manager and wanted to copy. “Wrap your lips around my cock, whore,” I yelled. “And lick the underside with your tongue. And keep looking at me; I want to see the humiliation in your eyes, cunt.”And for the next ten minutes, there was no sound except the great squelching sounds of a big cock thrusting over and over into a slut’s mouth, punctuated occasionally by the sound of a tit being slapped. Making a bitch suck cock truly is a great way to shut her up. I loved watching the humiliation in her eyes as I made her deep. She didn't say anything for a minute, then another and I feltit dragging on...and somehow I knew she would deny me. Finally shespoke."No, not until you tell me." She wasn't cruel in her response, but shewas quite firm."Tell you what?" I asked.She looked at me and with a hint of anger replied, "You know what. Youhave a big secret that you are scared of me finding out, and until I knowwhat it is there is no way I can marry you."I held back a sigh, as I felt our relationship heading towards.