I’d just reached the edge of the woods and had set off down the 18th fairway when I heard something odd, I guess you’d say, not like an a****l but...a retching sound, I wondered if I should ignore it and walk on, I compromised and just stopped to listen, I reached for my phone to get the torch, when I got the shock of my life when a man walked up behind me.He asked me if I was ok. Actually he said do you need a hand, looking back I think that must be a euphanism . I explained about the noise and. " Okay." I heard him call back.A few minutes later there was a thundering on the stairs as he came down, I'd turned off the living room lights and with only the candles going it was quite dark in the room, he appeared in the doorway and blinked."I said I'd make it up to you." I said, "I've arranged our own private party, just you and me and a pile of food. Come and blow out the candles." Great!" Ken laughed as he came over to the table where the cake sat."Make a wish," I grinned, "tonight's. I hear a moan escape from him as I try to force more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I manage to get most of him into my mouth and he pushes himself further in until my nose is touching his balls. He pistons his head back and forth on my cock as he uses his tongue to stimulate the underside of my cock. The next thing I feel is a wet finger pushing against my asshole as it tries to gain entrance to a never before violated area. His finger slips in and then back out as I start to. The project was that her bondage would get stricter and stricter, and more dangerous with each new challenge. Until she found herself in am inescapable bondage that would kill her. I like to write this kind of things. So, if you can imagine a cruel bondage situation, feel free to send it to me over e-mail, and I shall try to escape it and send you my story. Also, you can check my blog on my Yahoo 360? where you will find other types of scenarios I like to write for. Collaborative writing is.