And all of that added up to more than sex. Because life is more than sex, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. I knew this and yet just the thou...ht of his name lighting up my phone made my heart beat a little faster. I loved the physicality of our relationship. The push-pull, the violent romance, the secret intensity of it. Closed doors and sweaty skin and words that didn’t come out as words but as moans and gasps. I didn’t want to let go of him. I wanted to keep doing what we were doing.. He was there for maybe a hour and I gave him a bj and he left. Ihad a couple more drinks and my phone rang and it was Rick asking if Iwould meet him. While I think I had enough to drink and I was still kindof horny from the bj I just gave or he just finally wore me down so Isaid yes. He told me to meet him behind the trash dumpster as he didn'twant to chance anyone seeing him coming and going from my room. So Igrabbed a beer and headed to the dumpster. When I got there he waswaiting. He didn't. ” He watched Smart wriggle helplessly in the sack, his boning cock in clear profile through the grey material, being rubbed against it in a sexually submissive aura as he arched and relaxed his back, despite his fear of what was to come; Cleo’s words teasing a final tribute to her power from him.“There you are Smart ... trussed and bagged, ready packaged for the morgue ... I can just see the girls down there giggling as they inspect your cold and sorry corpse, on seeing that you spent at the. He was wearing little, just a pair of green "silkies". "Hey, glad you came.. um, if you wanna get ready I'll go dress, if you'd like..?" He said."Absolutely, go ahead." I replied. He slipped into the bathroom silently. I quickly stripped off my cammies and boots, and finally my black briefs too. I stood naked at the edge of the rooms one bed in the semi darkness, and I felt my 6.5 inch, uncut cock stiffen almost instantly in anticipation of my prize in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and.