It was then or never, so not wanting to think about it too much in case my bottle went, I opened my mouth and fed his cock in. The next quarter of an ...our was a blur. I tried to do things with my mouth and tongue that I liked being done to my cock. Brian guided me with moans of pleasure when I did something good. I couldn’t take him too deep, as my gag reflex stopped me, so I controlled his depth by gripping the base of his cock with my hand as he gently held my head and fucked my mouth. And. ”For the next few hours, Linda and I worked our way through the business. We talked and traded stories. We sat shoulder to shoulder and on multiple occasions, our hands touched. The air in my cube was electric and we both felt it. Lunch was a quick bit at the deli down the road. But it was there that I learned she was just recently divorced.“The good thing was there are no k**s,” she told me. “We decided early on, that k**s and careers don’t work, so I jumped in. Unfortunately, it drove us. Quite the opposite. She always smiled, joked, hugged but never let go of it. But their attitudes worked in reverse.Each refusal was an invitation for me to insist with more desire and so I did. Those their low-cut blouse, revealing only part of her huge breasts, bound my senses, like a moth around a light bulb.I was like a freighter packed on a collision course with those huge and powerful headlights. Samriddhi was not a naïve. She was well aware of my intentions but was polite enough to dodge. But the roars, the roars only Spencer could hear, the sight of them, only he could see. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the bridge that day, he was the one and only survivor to be alive. Sure he had a few bumps and bruises but that was all. How he survived, God.