“1:30 in the morning,” I said. “But the Glenn Highway's gonna be a bitch, so I should probably leave about ten.” “Well, that gives us four h...urs,” he said. With that, he lifted me up and carried me into our tiny bedroom. I felt so safe, so secure in his big, heavy arms. This was a man who could lift 200 pound boxes off a ship for 20 hours. Carrying my 200 pound body from our small living room to the bedroom was nothing to him. In the bedroom, we made love. He violated my tender sphincter and. She made her move and brushed her tits against his chest and reached behind him to rub his ass, he had the tightest damn ass she had ever felt. Jack was speechless at this point. She doubted she would even have to tie him but never the less that was the best part of her night was seeing muscles flex against restraints. She proceeded to kiss the portion of his chest that was bare from his tank top and worked her way up to his lips. She kissed him like a woman possessed, she could not hold back. Pulling down his pants I get on my knees and start stroking his already hard cock. Sucking on his balls I stroke him gently. I move my tongue up the shaft of his penis, licking the pre-cum off the head of his cock. Grabbing me by my hair he thrusts his cock in my mouth. Deep throating his long cock, gagging and drooling, I suck and lick eagerly, lubricating it with my drool. Pushing the back of my head, I deep throat all of his long cock. I gag quite violently, he lets go of my head and lets. I tortured myself a bit longer by watching what I could easily obtain, then went to my lonely bed in a wrecked state of ‘hornynitis.’ I woke up later that night in a soaked in sweat screaming… in pleasure of what Brian was doing to my body. I looked around half expecting Brian to pop out from behind my door or under my bed or out of my closet but after a while I accepted that I was an incredible dream that I wanted to be real. I hadn’t fucked in over a year… not that I wasn’t attractive or.