You do not move. I'm frozen in the dark, naked and drunk. Fear creeps over me as I turn to run out of the room. I get to about a foot away from the do...r when you grab my hair and stop me from leaving.I feel my body fall backwards with the strength of your pull and you slam the door shut in front of me while I back up to the wall, cowering on the floor like a scared little bunny. You walk towards me slowly, a small smirk on your face, your deep eyes penetrating mine. You love the fear, I can. Hoan had a crossdraw holster, in which he put his Les Baer Premier II 1911 pistol. This pistol had a five inch barrel, and was chambered in .45 ACP. Hoan was ready for his day. He ate the delicious eggs benedict that Bonnie had prepared for him. It consisted of eggs, english muffins, hollandiase sauce, and canadian bacon (ham). He thought it was quite good. He drank he black coffee, and then left for work. He got in his 2014 Ford F150 Limited. It was painted tuxedo black. Hoan drove through. I had no choice but to swallow it. His cum tasted salty. His cock was still hard when he pulled it out. I was feeling very turned on. I thought to myself, "I shouldn't be enjoying sucking his cock and tasting his cum, but I do!" "Mr. Burkle, what are we going to now?" I asked. He looked at my nipples and smiled. "You're going to take that shirt and those wet panties off." I did, then he said, "Now lay down on my couch with your legs spread wide and pull your skirt up." I laid down and pulled my. It was pleasant and easy, but hardly mind-blowing.Afterward, we talked. In college, sex had been the prelude to some of our deepest conversations. I suppose, in our own way, Dolores and I loved each other, but neither was what the other wanted in a spouse."So, Gary, am I as good as your ex?" Dolores had always asked these kinds of loaded questions, only from her, they weren't the trap they had been when my wife asked them. Still, one does answer such questions carefully."I've always been honest.