At the cost of many self sacrificial moves, I’ve buried myself again, along with any resolution to my current conundrum. I found a needle in a pile ...of hay a couple days ago. I immediately thought of you. One day I’ll tell you about my sketch of a woman on a broken hay bale. Slumped, her head in her hands probably hiding tears, she envisions a needle. How did you find me and shine light into my mind where the darkness was once more prevailing? All the doubt about love has come from knowing that. " With that, I pick you up and throw you over a couch. Your ass is perched up in the air. I guide my cock right into your quivering pussy. You squeal in delight. "Charlie, you better do the same to yours. If you don't do it now, your wife will walk over you in marriage." Charlie follows suit, pinning your friend to the floor and parting her thighs. She screams in protest, but it is muffled by the cheers from the guys. "I don't care which of you peckers is next, but let's keep this orderly," I. It was kind of a combination piano/slow jazz bar. There was a small dance floor and an eclectic crowd. She knew exactly what to wear. Few people knew the raven-haired Doris making her way to The Regent in the back of a cab on Saturday night. She was dressed conservatively as usual but had added glasses and a wig. Sexy lingerie, seamed thigh-high stockings, and a new pair of very chic Louboutin pumps that screamed 'Fuck me' completed her ensemble. Most people assumed Doris was a quiet homebody. Now, I must charge you for that!”Renneth took the drunken woman by the hair and tossed her upon the nearest table. Several cups clattered to the floor. The few remaining clients all turned to see. Maura’s eyes went wide as she struggled to remove herself from the table. Cuff of wood form around her arms, holding them far apart. She was stuck, bent over the table.A sharp impact on Maura’s full flank. Her taut muscles flexed even further with every strike of Renneth’s palm. Pulling on Maura’s.