Mark Anderson, and often his entire family, never existed.For the sake of completeness, I'll mention that there are dimensions in which Mark had exper...ences very different than those described herein. For example, dimensions in which Binion's Casino had gone out of business before I had a chance to play roulette there. Those Marks had tried other ways to make the money to buy a home large enough for both families, sometimes causing their lives to deviate considerably from the path you're now. She squirted some of the liquid on the washcloth, and after rubbing it into a lather, slowly began to move it up and over his shoulders and down his back. His muscles were in knots after lying in bed for days, and her nurses training exerted itself enough for her to try to work some of them out of his shoulders as she washed his back. Sarah’s back began to ache from bending over him, so she moved to kneel behind him on the bench. Steve felt the warmth of her body as she situated herself behind. I told her I had to think about that.Well, every other day for the next month I found myself butt up and being fucked again, enjoying it more than at first with her and not being tied down, well, all the time. Occasionally she still tied me but not always and I was compliant and laid on the bench and spread my legs for her and another fucking my ass session started. In the meantime, we were having good regular missionary sex when we’d go to bed, but this new role was becoming comfortable with. He is liking this concept more and more. He only wishes he could make it longer. What if he adds another story in it? Something in the middle to connect the two already existing parts. Jeremy continues thinking as the drive back home becomes a journey of composing a story. Ideas begin to stream from him mind. He tries to pick out one he likes. Succeeding, Jeremy now has the idea of a part of the short story with a guy waking up from a nightmare. Perfect, he thinks. Experiencing Hell, a guy.