‘You probably know it as Antabuse.’ ‘Antabuse!’ Anne spat out. ‘Why?’ Don leaned forward and put his head in his hands. ‘I don’t know ...if I’m an alcoholic, all I know is I wanted to make sure I didn’t lose my daughter because of drinking.’ He answered. ‘Do you have a prescription?’ She asked with hesitation. Don just shook his head and looked back up at her. ‘I would have had to be diagnosed or gone to AA, how would that look?’ Anne just stared at him, now what was she going to do she wondered.. I told Don that his finger was no different than his cock in her. I said she wouldn’t know if it was his finger or his cock. I told Don he could slip his cock in but he was trying to figure out how to do it. I could tell his large hard-on must be almost hurting. Then I showed Don how I could straddle her and slipped the head of my cock between those large lips and slowly insert until it was all the way in. I pulled it out slowly trying not to cum. The next thing I see Don had his clothes off. All around the brimstone ground, naked bodies bathed in red light were writhing together in a horrific orgy, the debauchery stretching as far as the eye could see. The cracks of whips, the clanking of chains, the slaps of flesh and the rub of leather all created a terrible percussion beneath the droning symphony of screams and wails. And though the tones of the damned were agonized, they were also dripping with some terrible euphoria, some pleasure too great for mere vocal cords to exalt. That. I only needed to wait until they were seated and began to record the most painful scene it had ever my misfortune to witness.I am Kelly, I was out of town for the last 3 days and was not due to return until tomorrow. I called home to speak to my spouse, Whitney. No one was not there so I decided to eat dinner at our favorite place. It had been some time since we had been in, the place had changed (not for the better). The crowd was younger, rougher and mostly drunk on their asses. There had.