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When I did work it was in the restaurant business which in Nashville meant the bar business. I was a cook and my joke about that is, "My first chef was an alcoholic. In other words, a chef." When it's your job to make other people's fun you need to have fun doing it so to facilitate that alcohol and various other drugs were used quite liberally when I worked in the business. Hospitality was our business, and being in the south we always strived to be extra hospitable. Just as a little aside, there are many things about the south that are weird, fucked up, and need to change, but the idea of being a gracious host, and a maintaining a certain level of civility and courtesy, even between enemies? We need to hang on to that shit like grim death because that's a cultural norm worth preserving. If you can deal with your foes with a modicum of respect you may discover a way to make them your friends, but if not at the very least you can hate each other in peace. So Lori basically kept me, and since she paid the piper she called the tune. We met on a Friday, spent the weekend together, and when Monday rolled around she was collage real casual about leaving me at her place when she went to work. She was just like, "You can hang out here, eat, watch TV, or whatever. If you leave just lock the door, and if you want you can call me later and I'll pick you up." It was just so cool how she let me know she wanted me there but I could walk right out and she wouldn't be mad or anything. At least that's the way it came off to couple me. By then I had met her roommate, this redheaded woman who was just punjabi as wild as Lori, and totally nice. In fact, yeah, we all three went back to their place that first night. At first I thought maybe it was a threesome situation but as soon as we got village there it was more than clear that she'd been there as Lori's faithful wingman. She seemed really happy to see Lori cuddling up with me, and I didn't think anything of it. I just figured that she was a good friend, and she was, but of course there was more going on. My make out tamil sessions with indian Lori were getting pretty fucking hot and heavy, and I kind of felt something was up because sometimes when she stopped things from going further she seemed a little ill at ease. We hadn't fucked yet, or even gotten oral, but she was paying for me and could do what she liked as far as I was concerned. I think because of my easy going attitude and her ability to judge character it didn't take long before she trusted me enough to open up and tell me what the deal was. Apparently she had been raped a few years earlier and it had really fucked with her head in regards to sex. She hadn't been with anyone since then because of the trauma, and although I didn't think of it in these terms at the time I'm sure that she had some PTSD. She asked if I could be patient with her and of course I was more then happy to comply. It makes me feel good to have indian a huge load of cum dumped into my mouth. “Charlie, you in a hurry?” Billy said. I lowered my legs to the mat and relaxed while the man went over to the bench, adjusted the weights and lay there waiting. It's three days until Daddy couple fucks me. He's going to have his dick in me. You know how tight I am. “Once the new President is inaugurated, one of the first orders of business village is for the sorcerer on their cabinet to meet with them and reveal the truth, for their punjabi ears only, of course. Just in case.” I have an urge to separate from Jo and collage pretend that nothing happened, but Jo stays put and just gives Tabatha a stony look. We were starting to find our voice and our sound and we were venturing into the real world. She repeated, “I love tamil him and he isn’t ugly.” He slowly rubbed the swollen head up and down her wet slit. The vessel for their divinity.