At eleven o'clock, I was sitting on the terrace at the Marriott Hotel, waiting for Fiona. I had no distinct memories of how I got there, having dresse... and driven with little conscious thought. I pushed my glass of white wine back and forth, and nibbled out of habit rather than hunger on the appetizer I'd ordered so that the server would leave me alone with my thoughts.Ten minutes later, Fiona arrived and sat opposite me at the table.When our eyes met, Fiona's face turned red. I felt my own. ..I...don’t want to do this...” he then cut me short. "Yes please whine and cry it makes it all the more enjoyable, you really think I care if you want to do this? No...Now why don’t you do as your told before I get angry" he replied once again with that smirk on his face. God what I wouldn’t give to have the chance to kill this son of a bitch. My mouth now wide open and eyes shut, I felt his hand on the back of my head and the heat being given off as his dick inch's closer to my now open. " Again nothing couldn't be easier, just tell her that you are her boyfriend or husband," I replied."No, I don't think that would work," he mused, "but it might be fun to try," he laughed."Well if you decide to try, let me suggest Kim," I offered."Yeah, she sure is a doll," he conceded.Bob and I really got on well, he was a divorcee like me and we had dinner together a few times. One night after a good dinner and two bottles of wine Bob said."Look Hugh," he said, "there's no way I can try out. We stayed there a while, and then he seemed to become aroused again. This excited me, and so I sucked on his cock again. After slurping on his cock, he said, ‘I want to fuck you. I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. I want to cum in your ass.’ ‘My pleasure,’ I responded, and got on my back. He reached for a tube of lubricant he had deposited onto the nightstand, and as I lifted my hips and spread my legs, he began lubricating my already dilating asshole. And so he mounted me and.