Jake inherits a block of flats from his mother. They're in a poor state, however, and require renovation. While he worked to upgrade the place, he recieves an urgent request from the local women's refuge. Is this the point at which Jake's reclusive life changes? Or is this innocent request merely setting the stage for another of life's disappointments?
When I was a teenager, 17 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to the lake that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I'm about to tell you about happened.
This time I cuffed her to the bedpost and I ran my hands over her hot skin while she writhed about unable to get loose. My cock was really hard in my pants.
This was the second time I had been to this club despite it high bar prices and the reason I was here had just walked in. She was the most perfect creature I had ever seen