Once again I asked him if would consider joining one of my ”date”-groups. He keeps saying no, he don't like gangbangs. Shame on such a big, nice c...ock. Talked to mom over the phone later. She wanted to know if a met any nice guy lately. Told her I had a date later, so we just had to wait and see. But while Jerome and his crew sure knows how to fuck, I don't think any of them is boyfriend material.28 of July, FridayMore work over at the studio, new album is coming along nicely. Later that evening. I had never taken a stripper home before, so this was a first. I felt like the luckiest dude on earth. I don’t know who was more horny, Cindy or myself. We fucked our brains out and then sat on my third floor patio porch, sipping on coffee, wrapped in oversized cotton robes I had managed to sneak out of the hotel. The sun peaked over the tree tops and bathed each of us in sunlight. We retired back to my bed around seven. We had another wild fuck session and I dozed off with her head resting in. Although I don't feel it, she feels all the pain from having a dry cock jammed in her ass. I can't help it, a yelp escapes her mouth."I will be a good slave." you force Eileen to say, as Jonas is ramming her asshole."Good idea! She really is more of a slave now, isn't she?"*I'm not going to be a slave! Once I get control back I'm going to the police.* she cries.Jonas grabs Eileen's hips and flips her onto her back on the couch. He climbs on top of her body and jams his dick in her pussy. She. Look at me — I'm locked up in a hospital because I'm totally insane. There are only two things on my mind — finding you, and then killing myself. They locked me up after I started accosting strangers in the street with your old photo in my hand, and telling them the story of our life."I broke down and started crying. I held my arms open for Pete and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Pete. I thought my wounds were closed for good, and then Dr. Bart came and told me about you. Now all the wounds are opened.