Mango juice, rum,, salt water, and Dominican cum. A cure for any ailment. Negotiations were made, Peter described his fantasies of having pictures... of me, and I found myself bargaining for the little sports car. I knew Peter would resell the Volvo, and although it felt awful, I knew that he would do anything for me, with his foolish heart in the forefront. I was gonna get the Spider for a bunch of pictures and I car that was about to shit the bed... I already felt the cycle of betrayal. ”“So where do we go from here?”“Nothing changes really. The only difference is that we’re in this lifestyle now – for good. You’re my cuckold, that’s it. You asked about sex, well what happened last night – that’s sex for us now. I get what I want from whoever I want and you get a little reward whenever I decide that you’ve earned it by behaving.”That conversation set the tone for the next eight months or so of our relationship. Sex became a reward for me when Melissa was especially pleased. No matter where it is, getting sick really sucks ass.” Even after living for thousands of years, he couldn’t think up a better way to describe his misery.“I’ll go get the innkeeper. She may know what’s wrong and how to help.”“No. Me being sick leaves us vulnerable, and the more people know about it, the greater the danger. If I can’t fight, we’re easy prey. If I’m still in this condition by tomorrow, then you can get help.”“What can I do?”Some plants could help with cold and flu symptoms, but. I was again brought back to the real world when my phone vibrated on my leg, it was a text from Steve, I felt my face flush slightly and was nervous about reading the text. As I opened it all it said was 'thanks for the show Sophie' this made my face flush even more but I had to smile to myself, Sarah asked what was going on, I just said nothing still smiling to myself.Once we got to the club we headed straight to the bar, the place was really busy and it was only 8.30pm but it was a new place.