A True Tale From My Travels. The Conclusion.
As the days passed, I looked forward to Tonya's nightly visit and my fucking her in front of the large vanity mirror. More than once, I tried to get her to spend the night as I hated to think of her driving home in the early morning hours, but she always refused. "Now you know that everyone looks like hell when they first get up. Well, I look ten times worse," she would tell me. "Seeing me the first thing in the morning w...