The intense, burning expression that he’d had when I’d been on my knees in the supply room, my tongue reaching for the tip of his penis to catch a... drip of his cum, and my hands full of his most private areas. I shifted in my seat, remembering just how good he’d tasted and how good he’d felt sliding into my mouth. I took a bite of the sandwich, trying to force myself to think of anything else, but spicy tomato sauce rolled over my tongue with the same heat and viscosity as his cum. He shifted. I few ladies came over and offered their services but I turned them down preferring to watch the dancers performing for others. Occasionally, I would stroll down to the stage and help one of the dancers “get nude” by donating a few dollars at a time. I concentrated on remembering the details of the bodies of the 20 something year-olds including various tattoos, no body fat, firm buttocks and perky breasts.My drinks went changed from Corona to Grand Marnier and during the next two hours, I. His attention is occupied only on his suffering now, but while they were spreading his legs he looked at me - looked right at me, and in his presence I feel underdressed.It is not difficult to tell when the control ring around Leshan’s penis activates. His first scream of agony is deafening in the confined cell. I risk a glance and see his limbs have stiffened as if he’s receiving an intense electric shock. Leshan is bucking so uncontrollably that the women are struggling to hold him.His scream. I excused myself from the table and went into our kitchen to get the phone book. I looked under Draper, and there were two listings that might be the ones I needed. One was for an A. Draper, and the other was for a C. Draper. The A. Draper was in a town about twenty miles from our town. The C. Draper was right in town, so I decided to call it first. A man answered, and told me that he was Clarence Draper. For some reason, I didn't want to try the other number right away. I think I felt like I'd.