She then reached between my legs and began twisting the plug in my ass. It had been gently pushing on my prostate the entire trip and now she was twi...ting it and wiggling it inside of me. It was almost unbearable, I was leaking precum like a faucet but she refused to let me cum. About, 20 minutes before we got to the hotel she told me to pull back over. I did as I was asked and when I put the car in park, she pulled my right leg up and reached under me and without warning pulled the plug. I put the two suitcases I had packed into my room and walked to a nearby neighborhood bar intent on getting drunk and drowning my sorrows. By walking I wouldn’t risk a DWI. The place I chose was pretty much empty due mainly to the fact it was a week night. There were two couples sitting at tables and one older man sitting at the bar nursing on a bottle of beer. I found a booth over on the far wall away from anyone else. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. The bored looking waitress came over. We wandered along the trail until we found a little dirt path leading off into a particularly heavily wooded area. As we left the main trail, I took her hand and guided her deeper into the trees, looking for a spot that would not be easily seen from passer-bys. We came to a little area that had thick bushes around it and a fallen tree trunk ran across it. I asked Dee to step up onto the trunk, making our heights much closer so I could look directly into her eyes and we kissed for the first. “Shut up. I’ve still got plenty more to spare, so get on your knees.” Mark was happy to comply and he crouched over like a dog. Brent patted Marks’ shoulders gently and uncharacteristically. “Condom?” “Well, I’m clean.” Mark said. “And I couldn’t really care less, so just shove your cock in now.” Brent growled darkly. “Well then, for that great blowjob, I’m going to reward you with some anal, so get ready.” He was just about to push in when something caught his eye. “What’s this–?!” Brent.