I strip, throwing my clothes upon the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my bedroom. She is standing by the bed – awaiting me. I turn her round roughly... and without warning viciously rake the top of her expansive back with my nails. She winces and shudders with the pain but she has to take it till I have had enough… not her, the slut. Her nipples are engorged and the odour from her moist fanny hangs heavy in the air. I notice tiny little droplets of bl**d have begun to form along the cruel. We looked around and saw several people just looking at us with drunk smiles, a few clapping, really for no reason, and a very drunk brother of hers cheering.We decided that the bar wasn't the right place to continue for the night, so we decided to go back to the hotel room. We made Jason take a cab so he wouldn't drive, he only lived down the street but we didn't want to risk his health. Then we walked back across the street to the hotel, hand in hand.We got to the hallway leading to the room. On a night that it would have been easy to let herself get morose about the past few years, a few friends reminded her that, well, she had a few friends, but that was worth a lot.A few days later she broke down and traded in the Olds Cutlass Ciera she'd been driving for years, since back in Augie days, and that broke another link with him and with her twenties. It really wasn't a bad car, but in addition to having the aura of her ex -- and his sister -- hanging over it, it had a lot of miles so. She was beautiful, her feminine curves gleaming golden in the candlelight, her dark hair tumbling in waves down her back. Finally she was his. She unbuttoned his shirt then undid his fly, pulling his pants and boxers down impatiently. She knelt before him, a wicked smile on her angelic face as she stroked his hard cock up and down with her hand. She bent her head to him, her lips curling around the head of his cock, teasing him, her tongue darting out to lick him slowly, agonizingly. He groaned.