Is there something your dick can’t do?”Smiling, “Jerk off.”Returning the smile as he reaches for soap, “Are you worried about that?”Laughi...ng, “No. Some day I will be able to slap the salami.”Kneeling to wash Jeff’s penis, “Exactly. God made you with all your precious parts, and God don’t make no junk.”Laughing, “OK. OK.”“So love yourself, blemishes and all.”“I got blemishes!?”Laughingly holding Jeff’s boyhood, rubbing his nose on it, “Yeah. All over your head, your salami head!”“OK. I walked. When the lights came on the distinguished man and his companion hurried up the isle and we followed them to the lobby to find drinks. My wife and I found the bar and ordered drinks. "Did you get into the opera?" she asked. "You weren't as active in my pussy as you usually are," she said. "I'm probably just tired, but I'll make up for it during the second act," I said.Just then the woman who sat next to me came to the bar, alone, picked up my drink and drank it in a couple of gulps. When we. See that? She's so fucking nice, she wants to hang out and get me high. If that isn't a bad ass chick, I don't know what is. Then I begin to imagine if Chanel told me she got with another guy, and I feel nauseous. I would be jealous and I know it. Should I go see her? No, probably not. Fuck, I don't know...I want to. I start my car, and drive away from Hannah's house. I shouldn't have done this. A few people keep telling me how I shouldn't get tied down right now, barking in my ear like they. He then reasoned with himself; this is an erotica meeting you fool, that's why they're here.He announced who he was and the women smiled wickedly at him. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest."I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it pure fantasy?" He swallowed hard on a gulp of ale; he had nearly finished the pint already."It's all pure fantasy I'm afraid.".