I smacked his arm; but he showed me a sharp knife and told me to be quiet, or I could be hurt…My heart raced out of my chest, as he said he wanted a...blowjob.I asked him if he had gone mad; but then he stuck his knife against my neck and told me to open my mouth…He stood outside as I was still sitting at the driver’s seat.The bastard pulled his trousers down and showed me his half hard cock. I gasped when I saw it was really huge, about nine inches…He smiled when he noticed my astonishment look. My cock had become dry, so she took some of her saliva and put it on my cock and started giving a two and fro motion movement to my cock while I was busily sucking her boobs. I came up, kissed her in her lips and told her "let's begin again". She smiled and said," I want to start". I didn't understand that. I asked "what", she told,"She will ride me first"...and asked me to lie down on the seat and she climbed on top of me. I was holding my cock, which she freed from my hands and guided it. The snows faint glow gives everything a ghostly quality. It dulls all sounds, all I can hear are my strides and breathing along with the wind. Within five minutes of leaving my studio, the wind picks up and the snow fall thickens to the point that it feels like my face has been stung a thousand times. My beard becomes ice. My feet and hands grow numb. When my body begins feeling the warmth that is not warmth at all but death in disguise, I realize I'm not going to make it home. I must turn. I moved all furniture out and tore up the carpet.A week later, wood flooring was in place, and the room looked totally different.One item remained – a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that room – my room. I moved out of the guest room that night.Leanna slept in there with me on my first night back in that room since Doug passed away.Another couple of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a phone.