??Well, there’s that, too. A girl of my station has to have standards,? she replied with a grin, pressing herself against his chest.Thomas set the ...ridle on the work bench, carefully grasped the woman’s arms, and separated her body from his torso. ?Please, Sarah??The woman pouted and backed away. She turned and casually strode towards a raised wooden platform in the center of the room. A series of heavy pipes in the shape of an X rose from the dark wooden planks comprising the floor of the. He does so next to several open cans of Jim Beam, in the warm glowof a nearby lamp. Every curtain the house is drawn, meaning that the lampis almost the sole source of light in the darkened room.The guy isn't crossdressed in any way, and it looks like he hasn't beenfor some time. He's sporting a beard that appears to have been the resultof four days of uninterrupted growth. The dark hair on his legs, visibleout of his loose, grey shorts, looks like it hasn't been shaved in asmany days. The hair. The whiskey didn’t help suppress that feeling, just make it worse and now I needed to relieve some tension before I could go to sleep. That lucky guy Martin should have his dick inside her by now. What heavenly feeling would that be.I pushed away the blankets, not wanting to stain them, before I pushed my boxers down. I took my rock hard cock in my hand and started slowly stroking the eleven- nch up and down.“Goddamn Alice!” I murmured. I imagined ripping her bathrobe open, putting her doggy. The burning embers deep in the pit of my stomach threatened to burst forth into a blazing fire, and I wanted to dance around the sparks. In some very small part of my mind, I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this. That part shut the hell up as soon as he started to grind into me. I arched my back, moaning even more deeply when he started to bite and lick my neck softly. It was sheer bliss and torture, what this stranger was doing to me. Soon my hips were meeting his and I was moaning like a mad.