The young man would be sore and feel like hell for the next few days, but all of his injuries were superficial. Mike just wanted the money, and his bo...s need a little bit of action from time to time. However Mike was always around to keep their blood lust in check.The next morning Mike woke up with a raging hard on. It had been too long since the last time he had buried his cock in a woman. The pallet of blankets that made up his bed were badly in need of a wash. As was he. He rolled out from. The wrench wouldn’t have to be perfect. I only needed it to work once and I’d be free.And third, was my secret, something only my parents knew. It was an accident when I was eight. I got careless while riding my new bike. The front tire caught in a storm drain and the bike twisted around. I was thrown off, my lower back striking the concrete curb. It was seen by a neighbor who phoned the police and my mother. I spent three days in the hospital going through a full battery of tests. . Squeezing around her throat, not too hard, but firmly. Pushing as deep into her as I can and stopping. Catching her breath as she feels full with me all the way in her. " Fuck..." I gasp, catching my breath. Mia looks at me out of the corner of her eye, knowing I am not in control any more as I slide out slowly, that I am driven by pure lust. Feeling me push into her harder and deeper. My fingers on her clit, rubbing and pinching it. Pulling it as I fill her with my long thick cock. Her moans. My host (hostess?) then went back to the group and invited another person, my assistant, Dr. Cleary, to sit to a table to the left of me. I did notice where my meal came from this time. Directly behind me was a small conveyor belt and my Host hit a button. Unlike a mechanism there was a slight delay and I could see someone silhouetted against a hot oven’s frame hurriedly preparing a meal. I tried to meet the eye of the cook through the tiny portal but he deliberately avoided mine, and he seemed.