I ended up going on Craigslist, scanning the listings of guys looking for some NSA fun with other guys. I loved the imagined thrill of it. I loved the...pictures of their dicks and asses. I used to wank for hours thinking about being with another guy.Until one day I got the courage to try it. I found a guy who had posted on there looking for some fun - sucking and wanking only, no fucking. He lived quite close to me, so I dropped him a line. A few emails later, and we had exchanged numbers, and I. Granted, the pressure was intense, as their physical interaction evolved into clothes coming off and Ryan picking her up and taking her to bed. His persistent, “You have to marry me,” continued as he slid into her. A couple of months after she’d gone on the pill condoms had become less important in their relationship and, eventually, they fell by the wayside altogether. She loved the feel of his naked cock inside her and he loved spurting into her hot depths, rather than a latex bag.It was, in. Wow! I think the boys are going to be very happy. Are you OK?” She asked me. “What did Aaron want? Take you out of here, I’m guessing. Don’t worry, I won’t let them do anything bad to you.”When we walked out into the lounge, the only sound was a gasp of released air from all three guys. They actually sat there with open mouths.I looked to the table and saw the thick black curtain cord tied to each leg. A jolt of anticipation ran from head to toe. I almost ran over to the couch and dropped down. That grapefruit really hit the spot, not having had one since I had last seen any of these wonderful people.As we were cleaning up, I said, “Ready to spend a couple of hours working this morning, Sis?”She was quick to reply, “I can’t wait, Stu!”Fifteen minutes later, we met Dad at the office; he found the company checkbook, calculated the amounts and wrote me three checks. I looked at them and saw the first was for Mr. Bedwin, then one for Nancy Evans and the third, the biggest, had the memo.