Your hand has never left the back of my head. You keep it there, pushing me further down your cock a bit at a time. Your letting me get used to taking...your cock deeper and when you feel I've gotten too comfortable you push deeper still. I begin to gag and try to pull away but you tighten your grip on my hair and force me to stay on your cock. Forcing me to adjust. Forcing me to gag. Forcing me to submit to you. You pull me further down your cock and I choke spit flowing from my lips, trying to. I was worried I was a little out of practice.Steve spread her legs apart and rammed his manhood into her wet pussy.“Ohh Suzie, you are so ready for this.”“Just fuck me hard, God I am so turned on, that’s it, fuck me.”She saw me go to leave. “Sure you don’t want to join us?”Shaking my head, I picked up my wine glass and left my bedroom. I walked in to the kitchen, the cries of passion following me down the hall. When I sat on the barstool I suddenly realizing I was still naked. I was not going. “P-” She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Please don’t shoot.” She held her hands out in front of her, and she could still see the indents on her wrists and forearms where the rope had dug in so cruelly. Her eyes watered at the thought, and from the memory of feeling her hands go numb, becoming useless. They had sensation in them now. She could feel everything. She just wished the terror would subside, but it continued on with its crescendo, making it difficult to communicate.The room. It was a far cry from your bachelor years, but as a happily married man, you would take what you could get.You took the day off so that you could drive her to the airport...and of course she was running late and had to shower at the last possible minute. Susan barely made her flight and you got home just in time for lunch.You drank your first three beer while watching ESPN in your boxers, then you headed piss. You quickly relieved yourself and as you turned to get back to your afternoon of beer.