He had bought a house a little bit out of the city that was what the realtors like to call a fixer upper or a handy man’s special. He fell in love w...th it and saw all of its potential and bought it on the spot. We hadn’t seen it yet but were looking forward to helping him out. My wife Sarah was going to be out of town at a sales meeting for the weekend and suggested that I go up and see the place and help Jack do some work. I wasn’t sure what i was going to find, but I was happy to do so. When. Nobody ever ventured anywhere near this place mainly due to the stink. His was the largest lean-to built around a long dead tree, there was a large stump sticking out about two feet off the ground usually used as a seat. The girl was hung over it on her back with her hands and feet tied underneath. The guy was tied to a makeshift cross upside down and left to hang with his head swinging about a foot off the ground.Garth moved in next to the girl and knelt down to put his head next to her ears ". I pushed the door bell, and she called for me to come in. She came out of the kitchen with a tray and two glasses, and led me into her family room. She was wearing a pumpkin coloured pantsuit which fit her snugly but in a complimentary way. Her hair was brushed back, and she was wearing dark lipstick. The jacket of the pantsuit had a bit of a low neckline, and she wasn't wearing a top or camisole under it. Her black high heels had rather chunky square heels, and I noticed she had nude hosiery. It was something I had learned to love over the years, his hardness throbbing in my mouth, his hand fondling my ass, his mouthing of sweet and less than sweet nothings in my ears."Suck, you cocksucker, suck," he moaned, an epitaph I had learned to love over the years."Oh your mouth feels so good on my dick."I slobbered all over his cock, stroking it while sucking the tip. I twirled my tongue around that mushroom shaped head, then jerked it off while catching my breath. Mr. Little didn't have.