Typically, the requests go back and forth, each partner getting satisfied, then having to satisfy their partners request. She was drooling now, her spit dripping down on my balls. “Another draft, please, Donna.” When she placed it in front of me, she tilted her head, looking at me quizzically. Various people in town have their ‘specialties’, if you will. Still standing at the edge of the bed, she reached down and unbuckled my belt. No problem.” She pulled her top over her head revealing the cutest little tits with somewhat large, dark areolas. She obviously had a bad taste in her mouth as far as old guys go. This seemed to go on for hours although the coke buzz made time irrelevant. We walked down the street toward the marina and created some small talk. After that experience, I don’t think I’ll ever participate again.” “Well, Donna, if you don’t mind, can you explain how having your sexual needs fulfilled counts as a nightmare?” “It wasn’t my needs that became a nightmare. Everyone gets raffled off, Partnering they call it. Their meal was finished and Donna cleared their table and gave them the check. Holy fuck! I worried about the authorities sweeping in, shutting it all down and bringing criminal charges against everyone who participated.
