As my hand reached for the doorknob the door whipped open and there stood a tall dark man. He grabbed my mouth and slammed me against the wall. Whispe...ing in my ear "you wanted to be fucked RIGHT didn't you?" I nodded my head and looked towards my room. He grabbed his rope and tied my arms and my legs. Like it was nothing he picked me up and carried my over his shoulders, slamming me onto the bed. Waking my husband up the man jumped on the bed and started fighting my husband trying to drag him. A third runner was tagged for the final out, but not until after the home team tied the score.During the commercial break, Daryl ran fidgety hands through his tousled hair. His knees jiggled restlessly. I couldn't trust myself to meet his direct gaze."There's something I've gotta tell you, Yona," he began.The disturbing idea I'd dismissed was back, and dumping the guilt-flavored Gatorade. Its cold torrents sobered me in an instant.Daryl got here only minutes before I did. Maybe while Mike was. “Suck it,” I ordered and you looked up at me…your eyes dark and moist.“Don’t worry I will help you,” I said, a little softer now and I ran my fingers into your hair, pulling your head down towards my stiff prick.I shuddered as I felt my dick press tight against your hot, soft cheek, but I really wanted to see what your delicious, young mouth could do.I gripped your hair more tightly now, pulling my hips back and directing myself towards your lips. You parted them anxiously as I slowly thrust. She went back to the bar and ordered another drink for herself. She felt a little more relaxed but still wanted something she couldn’t have yet. After her second drink, she decided it was time to go home. She paid the bills for her drinks.She got up, thanked the bartender and left to make her way home. Fuming, she stormed out of the discotheque. She was tipsy and accidentally booked a shared ride on her phone app. She felt too lazy to change it and waited by the curb for it to arrive.“Shit, I.