Using the rope and pulley, I tie the ropes around each shoulder and armpit. Then I use the pulley to raise him up to the floor joists. Then I untie hi... legs and then retie them to support posts for the house. When I finish, I stood back and saw his was about 3 feet off the floor and his legs was spread far apart. I reach into my bag and took out the duct tape and torn off a piece. Placing it on his mouth firmly so no one would hear him. Reaching back into my bag, I took my knife out. Then Steve. "Nice". I blush and smile "thanks". I lean on the couch my knees on the seat, pushing my ass out toward him. He gets behind me and I look back at him. He examines what he is about to hit. His hand comes up to his mouth and he spits in it, he rubs the spit around my ass hole then he pushes a finger in me. I wince and go forward, he doesn't let up just pushes harder. "Nice tight hole" he says and I breathlessly say "thanks". He spits again and pulls his cockhead up to my ass and milks it then. .feeling that I shouldwrite down things.Since it's my journal I should say something about myself. They say thatpeople who keep journals or diaries look back years later and aresurprised by what they thought 'way back when'.So I guess that's why I'm doing this.Okay, personal details. We had to keep a journal for one semester so Ikind of know the things that are supposed to be up front, descriptionsand such. My name is Christopher Hanson, and I live with my mom Ruth in alittle house on the edge. With her 36C breasts there would have been no way to tell she had packed the most beautiful 9 inch cock into her panties. I kissed her on the cheek and we moved to a secluded couch in a corner of the bar. We had a few drinks, made some small chit-chat, and got comfortable with each other. We had a lot of eye contact and two of her fingers kept twirling her hair. Pretty soon our conversation turned toward erotica and sex, and we began talking about past experiences and what we were looking for.