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Eyes snapped open at....6! Did I really sleep through the night?! Left without eating breakfast, started feeling queasy on my way to work. Feeling did not subside, but I wasn't about to throw up with nothing in my stomach. Had the leftover Spanish rice from the day before, and a bagel. Headache and stomach ache continued all day, but at least I wasn't debilitated. Work picked up; I scanned in 35 cases. Kristie messaged me that she has yet more to send me. I seriously don't know why they don't just get their own temp. Even though I really wasn't feeling it, I hit the gym. Managed some abs, leg work, and then figured I might help burn off the headache with cardio. That didn't help, but the hot shower after did.
Tim texted - we were both scheduled for the same sex party, and he was imagining it would be an issue. I didn't respond.
Scooter and Norman were coming over at 6:30, so I hopped right back in the shower when I got home. We had an unusually intense time, and I got them both off and out by 7:30. Got to the hotel by 7:40. I'd texted the host, but hadn't heard back by the time I got there. For whatever reason, you needed a key card to get up to the room. Someone got out of the elevator, though, so I hopped in and went up. Tim was there, and had great chemistry with everyone. Everyone but me, anyway. He tried to make nice, but his touch burned so I turned cold. Squeak Protective Services regrets to inform you that you have abused your Squeak, and we have therefore taken custody. You. Negligent. Monster.
I fucked the host, got fucked by the host, fucked one of the kids that had been at the sex party on the 1st, and got fucked by a Latin gent who was apparently at that party as well. It was only about 8:45 when the host called it quits. Tim kept trying to linger, but I did eventually see him exit.
Back home, I was still shaking. Pleased with my performance, as hard as it was to be there. Got hit up by Eric The Red - he wants to tag team me. Saw Tim online, obviously trying to make the most of his trip across the bridge.
Tim texted - we were both scheduled for the same sex party, and he was imagining it would be an issue. I didn't respond.
Scooter and Norman were coming over at 6:30, so I hopped right back in the shower when I got home. We had an unusually intense time, and I got them both off and out by 7:30. Got to the hotel by 7:40. I'd texted the host, but hadn't heard back by the time I got there. For whatever reason, you needed a key card to get up to the room. Someone got out of the elevator, though, so I hopped in and went up. Tim was there, and had great chemistry with everyone. Everyone but me, anyway. He tried to make nice, but his touch burned so I turned cold. Squeak Protective Services regrets to inform you that you have abused your Squeak, and we have therefore taken custody. You. Negligent. Monster.
I fucked the host, got fucked by the host, fucked one of the kids that had been at the sex party on the 1st, and got fucked by a Latin gent who was apparently at that party as well. It was only about 8:45 when the host called it quits. Tim kept trying to linger, but I did eventually see him exit.
Back home, I was still shaking. Pleased with my performance, as hard as it was to be there. Got hit up by Eric The Red - he wants to tag team me. Saw Tim online, obviously trying to make the most of his trip across the bridge.
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