I scanned through the channels to see if there might be something that got me hard, but the old screen and the preponderance of channels that weren’... running left me discouraged. My door opened once, but I guess the visitor didn’t like what was showing, either. When the door opened a second time, a late-sixties guy came in to join me. Nice enough guy and a pretty good looking daddy, but he was mainly interested in ogling what I was jacking, my almost exactly 8 inch dick. He jacked me a. ”“Be careful.”“‘kay.” They left.Five minutes later, they were back with an appliance hand truck and a generator. “We brought gas cans, too.” Oliver said. “I checked the instructions. It uses standard gasoline and we also brought heavy duty extension cords for 110 and 220 volts.”“Great, Oliver. Set it down here. I will wire it. You and Janice go get gas. You may have to siphon it if the gas station power is out, also.” I thought to myself, he is a bright kid. I don’t know if I would have thought. As his cock withdrew my hole once again, he turned me around, with my ass now sitting on his desk. Pushing me back, my legs went up as he guided them in between his head, holding them there. Lining his cock back up against my hole, he thrust deeply back into me. Letting out another soft squeal, he quickly grabbed my tie, wadded it up and stuffed it into my mouth. "God why can't more of my interview go like this?" he stated as he continued his solid thrusts. Muffled through my makeshift gag, I. I opened the button on her blouse and freeing her nipples from her bra, I gently licked her nipples. Her chest swelled and her breathing became ragged. "Harder" she said.I bit her nipples softly"Harder" she said.I squeezed them, slapped them, pulled them. At that point all the sexual asides, the confessions the comments she'd made in the past coalesced in an erotic event, the likes of which I had never known. Try as I might, nothing I write will even do justice to it. I carried her to the.