“I’ll know in a few minutes but the station where she’s being held is close to your home.”“I think I know where it is” Josh said “I saw ... police station on my way to the mall.”“Thanks Josh, I owe you one” Burt said and hung up.Taking both phones he wrote a small note for Danni and made sure she was comfortable.Walking as quietly as he could he left the room and made his way upstairs, getting Angela’s car keys and papers and changing into a suit.When he passed their room, he could hear them. As he pushed through the crowd, tears streamed down his face. This was his fault. He said nothing. Did she do this because of him? No, he couldn't be blamed for- he finally saw her. No. It. His cock throbbed against his jeans and he bent over to wretch. When he could breathe again he looked up and saw its tongue, which had spoken to him only minutes before, had finally writhed free from that last thread and somehow had the energy left in the muscle to curl one last time on the pavement before. It was just around the corner. I heard him leave.I waited for ages. Scared, nervous, but so excited.I walked to his house. I stood on the road for an age. I saw him at the window, I sort of tried to hide. Then the door opened. Just opened, no one there.I just walked in, up the path and in to his house.He was in the back in the kitchen. He said hello and said i was very nice, all the usual.He asked if i enjoyed what i had done. I said yes. He asked if i would do it again. I said yes.We went. It didn't work. There was nothing attractive to me about men.About two years after I was divorced, I met Shayla. We hit it off immediately and my dry spell was over. She was very open and verbal sexually. She talked to me during sex, telling me what she was feeling, what she liked, etc. One morning we were fucking and I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Just imagine if you had another cock to suck while I fucked you. All hot and hard between your lips while I'm filling your juicy cunt!".