He used them to satisfy his darker urges making them both suffer under his strict discipline. The sounds that the depraved Natalia made when she was t...king it up the Hershey Highway was music to his ears and he always tried to make it last as long as possible to get the maximum enjoyment from her humiliation.Before they arrived at the abandoned ghost town that was the hiding place of his ill-gotten treasure and the site of more buried bodies than he wanted to recall, Charlie had given sanctuary. I realised that I would genuinely miss him. He had opened my eyes to many things, given me a musical education, an appetite for adventurous sex, and despite his typical male chauvinism, he'd always been a pretty considerate lover. The problem was that even though I was very fond of him, and I hated what I would have to do to a man who had given me many good times, I now knew that I didn't really love him, not like I loved Sarah, with every cell of my being.Just thinking of her obliquely led my. Brandon was American, Californian to be exact, and built like the sort of Grecian hero one only sees in museums, usually missing an arm or leg or cock - yet he had it all, as if he had sprung from his pedastal, and greeted the mortals for a day in the dullness of modernity. He looks at me with a suspcious eye, it arouses me, and I try to cover my hardness with my hands:'What are you up to?''Nothing really. What about you?''I went for a run and then a swim in the sea, beautiful- you should have. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” Matt asked me. I just groaned an affirmation and felt his robe drop on the floor in front of my feet. “We can’t do it on the bed though as my wife will notice it has been used is that ok?” Again I moaned an affirmation as I took as much of his meaty cock in my mouth as I could. “Oh god yes thats good” Matt murmured. “ Give it a good sucking, I love that.”Matt stepped back a little and I had to slide off the couch and onto my knees on top of the robe in front.