Her body is placed down on a piece of wood. Her hands tied straight up in the air. Her ankles also in the air Tied . She hears a noise what sounds lik... someone jacking a car in the air. Her back is met with cold metal, barely resting on it. It’s quiet. Her balls are lifted and a cock slams into her asshole, he’s fucking her roughly. She hears whispers of laughter. She’s blindfolded and the lights come on. She can only see silhouettes of my men who are fucking her. He blasted her bowels with his. He shut his brain off. He stared blindly out the window of the car as it traveled the main highway north from Richmond back to Washington, D.C. ********** Charles looked across to where his partner lay sleeping peacefully next to his beautiful wife. Then he stared down at his own beautiful, sleeping wife. I’ve had so many miracles occur in my life… finding you again… saving your life… knowing how much you love me… just you… you are my miracle… Tears filled his eyes again. I want to give you a. I liked Stan. I desparately hoped that I was not a fairy. I knew all about the jokes about fags. Because of my longish hair, my slim stature and girlish face, I had been the brunt of all the jokes. We broke apart then, and had another drink. we were not talking, just, feeling each other's presence. Stan took my hand and led me out onto the porch. There was a full moon glittering of the tranquil lake. He turned me to face him. He took my elbows and raised my hands, so that my arms were. I thought to myself as Tori left me. I walked over to her..."Hey I'm Callie" I said grabbing a shot and downing it. She grinned at me..."Hey Callie, I'm Jess". I offer her a shot and she gladly takes it."Wana go outside and get away from the hecticness, so we can hear ourselves talk" She jokingly says, grabbing my arm and leading me outside. "sure, but it seems your already taking me there" I say sarcastically.It had become humid, the later it got. So I was glad I had chosen the right outfit. I.