Donna would lead Marge and Dan into the room where Greg and I would be waiting-clothes off and a tube of lube near at hand. Our cocks were half-erect ...nd ready. I don’t know about Greg but I had butterflies in my stomach. This would be the wildest and kinkiest thing I had ever done. Donna led them into room. I thought it was interesting of her to wear this baby blue nightie that she knew I loved seeing her in. Marge was taller than Donna, short brown hair, nice tits and was wearing a black. . However, he continues the cycle of sexual pleasuring torture, by not letting me cum until I am pleading with him for release; at this point he secures my wrists in the handcuffs he always uses at work. I can’t see but I know what is happening and thrust my ass hard back against him gurgling rather than speaking as Tony is still fiercely fucking my throat. My tongue and mouth on his shaft is sucking and licking him up and down while I am squeezing and caressing his balls; I run my tongue under. "The whole thing caved in," Charlene gushed in agreement. "She said the big men pushed the other ass ... guys into the apartment and there was a lot of crashing and screaming. The next day they were gone!" Sometimes subtlety is lost on some people," Brad said glancing over at Patricia who returned his look with an amused smile. Returning his attention to Charlene he continued, "I'm glad they won't be bothering you anymore, Charlene, and if you ever have that problem again let your mother or me. With all due apologies to H. P. Lovecraft I offer this short story about hidden knowledge and the dreaded Old Ones. If the reader has not encountered H. P. Lovecraft's stories, I urge he or she to do so.I would like to give my undying gratitude to French Lavender for her review, corrections, and input to this story. -- BallzacI am now faced with a terrible choice, which no man should have to do, a choice that was brought about by my own hubris. There are no good options left; whatever I do I.