There were plenty of cute, drunk college girls that I considered picking up, but I was really looking for a couple.As luck would have it, Candace was ...a master hunter. I caught a glance at her chatting with a couple at a high table in the corner and pushed my way towards her. The couple both had dark hair and as I approached they both appeared Hispanic.“Hey.” I called out.“Hey Carter. This is Andy and Mariah.” Candace said. I noticed that Andy’s eyes were fixated on Candace’s tits.“Hey.” They. “This stinks to high heaven, Bob. Miss la Mare had her office send me some photos this morning, which arrived by cab about ten o’clock. They included several press cuttings from papers and magazines where the RAF were all over him as a hero from the day he signed until the day he saved most of his crew when he crash landed his bomber. Then suddenly, nothing.”“Look, Mr Onslow,” Bob said, he never called me by my Christian name, “Gold’s a bloomin’ volunteer, an American citizen. That’s a neutral. The ridiculous, bubbling mass of wetness squelching beneath each touch of my wooden tormentor. Smashing hard again and again and again, hips thrusting up to meet each blow, knees twitching closed before dragging themselves wide once more, arse cheeks dragging themselves raw on willow spikes. Yet still, I want more. Need more. Demand more. Still, the hurt, the pain, the suffering, the red welts and brilliant bruises are not enough. Never enough. Never enough to fill the gnawing self-loathing. " She pulled out a DVD and read the title. "Hmm, how about this one, 'A Matter Of Size'? Is it any good?" Was it any good? Was she k**ding? It was a DVD of a 20 year old VHS from the days when I owned a small video store. There was nothing like going to visit our adult video supplier. After going through the front office, which looked very business-like, I would go into the showroom where the covers were displayed. The amount of pink was blinding. Pussy, pussy, and more pussy! There was an anal.