His muscles pulsed on me and that hole was so snug I could have come right then, seriously, but I knew what he wanted and what I wanted too. When wer... first got together, we were both tops. We still are, sort of, but I definitely do more of the fucking than Dyl does, and he definitely craves a cock in his rectum a lot more often than I do, and tonight represented our usual modus operandi, for sure. It satisfied the hell out of me, honestly, and I didn’t hear any complaining from him when I. He seemed to be satisfied. He even joked that I should pick out my cabin and write my name on it. I had forgotten how much satisfaction I got from working for the Swamp Dog guys. It always felt strange to enjoy the little things I did for those people.My mind set changed as soon as I got back to my own house. It was then that I remembered that I had a date with a hamburger pie and a cold dark daft beer. I took the Christmas candy red truck to the pub. The night the temperature finally started. Opening the front door he called out, ‘Shirley……I’m home Sweetcakes….’ And he walked into the lounge and stopped dead at the sight of Shirley tied to the chair, mouth gagged. ‘Oh my God……’ and he went forward towards her, all his focus on his wife. Big mistake. ‘Davy…..nice to see you mate.’ Turning around sharply on a gasp he stuttered out, ‘Nick…..I thought you were dead….’ Snake lifted the wicked looking knife up towards Davy, ‘Seems not…..welcome home….please take a seat…the one over there. I wasn't really angry with any of them. In many ways, it was unfortunate that I couldn't give in to their demands. I knew it would have to play itself out in order for there to be even the slightest chance for any agreement we made to work. We now needed an agreement that the wives could live with too, if there was going to be any possibility of finding a true long term solution to the problems we'd been having with Emily. Either Emily had to realize and accept all facets of our chosen.