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Roxane and I have shared some memorable evenings. I recall our last encounter started slow, some wine and lounging in the jacuzzi. Following that we violated a few nearby locations, with her healthy appetite we managed to keep the mess to a minimum. Afterwards we headed to my apartment to enjoy the company of The Captain and also some green. My memory of the next hour or two is incredibly hazy, I do have vague recollections of intense pleasure and persistent lustful moans of, 'more, will you give me more oral pleasure.' Six noise complaints later and I was hastily explaining to the police officers at the door that consentual sodomy is not illegal in my current state of residence but in the future we would do our best to keep the noise levels to a dull roar. With the departure of the peace officers we resumed our extended marathon session that would have made the Trojan Man blanch with the pure, unabashed debauchery.