I knew this guitar wasn'tfor me. It just didn't feel right. Carefully handing it back to Brad, Ilooked toward my dad."Well?" he asked."It's not the ri...ht guitar," I told him."Are you sure?" Brad asked. He had a slight frown on his face. "It's areally good guitar." Oh I don't doubt that," I told him. "But it's a little too big, and I'mnot so sure the most expensive guitar is the one I want to buy."Brad actually looked guilty when I said that. Obviously he had his bestinterests in mind, not my. There wasn't a very good place in the cabin for him to lean against and get beaten unless she tied him to a tree outside. Jason could only hear the background music she had playing and her light movements as she decided what to do next.Lying down next to him, Alice whispered in his ear "Are you comfortable?" Jason nodded in response, which prompted her to say "I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you, are you comfortable?" Yes." Jason replied. After his response, Alice began to scratch her nails along. I stroked his member with my entire throat, my lips forming a seal at the base of his cock, slowly sliding up to the head and leaving it gleaming with my saliva before sliding all the way back down to the base again. He buried his hands in my hair and the movement soon fell under his control rather than mine.From a gentle female oral teasing, the movement became a male-controlled fucking of my face and mouth. I was in heaven. He rammed himself into me, pulled himself out and then repeated the. I filled the smaller of the coolers with ice from the machine and put the remainder of the milk in it then went to bed. I fell asleep quiet easily even in the midst of all the turmoil.I awoke at 5AM the next morning and went out for my run. I ran until 6:20 then fixed a bowl of cereal. It was my usual routine. I prepared the hot chocolate with the last of the milk. I had about a third of the Hershey bar left. It was enough for one more cup of hot chocolate before I needed to consider my next.