I went back to room. This meant that deep in their hearts they'd written Suzanne off. I could see that. Kidnappings are resolved quickly, or you get p...eces back. People in this country weren't like in certain parts of South America. There it was a business, and everyone respected the rules. In the US it was a major crime, and the kidnappers knew that almost regardless of what they did, their life expectancy would be almost zero.There wasn't much for me to do. Or was there? I thought about that.. I felt bad enough as it was!“The sick thing was that, after Joe fucked me, and Chad left, I didn’t feel the urge to run after Chad and beg his forgiveness. I just accepted that we were over. A week later, however, since I had never given Chad my ass, I came over and offered it to him as a peace offering. He accepted and it was awful! He was nowhere near as good as you or even Joe! Maybe it was because I had been drunk and relaxed with you and I was in the hot shower, nice and slippery with Joe,. The woman pulled the strap-on out of him and then took it off and tossed it aside. She used a key on a chain around her neck to unlock his handcuffs, and she pushed Vic down to the floor. I could see his soft, wet cock between his legs. I realized that he must have climaxed while she was fucking him!The hood he was wearing had a zipper covering his mouth. The woman opened it and said something. Vic stuck his tongue out through the hole in the hood and knelt there staring up at her.She dropped. ” Ange wondered: is this for sex or what?When she arrived Jonny was in a dressing gown, so Ange guessed he was naked below. It wasn't long before she had her thoughts confirmed. Jonny sat down on the sofa, legs spread wide, with is cock showing through where the dressing gown sides didn't cross over. Patting the sofa beside him inviting Ange to join him. “Ange, been a while since I have had my cock sucked or wanked. Which do you want to do now, while we talk.” “Oh, my choice would be wank you.