‘W-who are you?’ I asked, desperately trying to keep my voice calm but failing miserably. ‘My name is Gareth.’ For whatever reason, the moment...he said his name every muscle in my body relaxed all at once. I could have sworn my bed got bigger as well, but I was already confused enough at this point so I chalked it up to my imagination. ‘Okay…Gareth,’ god even saying his name made me just want to melt into my bed. ‘Is there any particular reason I am tied to my bed…naked?’ Call me crazy, but I. I opened up and it went all the way in. After a mere few seconds I started to convulse, like my stomach trying to jump out of my throat, but he didn't let go instead I could feel more pressure on the back of my head. I was seriously wretching, spit spluttering out of my cock tight mouth, trying to suck in air at the same time, at the same time I was wanking, the poppers had seemed to intensify my arousal and the pleasure was immense. He pulled out, as he did I regurgitated a nice lump of lung. "Open up," you demand, "It’s my turn."I do as I’m told and relax my mouth enough to allow your thickness inside. I’m eager to please you as I haven’t had the luxury of your cock in my mouth for weeks. Most of your weight is balancing on your knees but I like the feeling of you on top of me. I suck the tip and am instantly met with the familiar taste of your salty precum. I feel my pussy start to tingle as I get wetter.You glare down at me but not in an angry way - more of a tortured, deprived. ” A tear welled in the woman’s eye. “I’m sorry,” Darnell said to her. “That must have been traumatic. My deepest condolences.” The woman nodded, dabbing her cheek with a tissue she had retrieved from her purse. “So, Mr. Flatberry, you took Mrs. Flatberry…” Darnell looked at the blonde again. “May I call you Natalie?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a shy smile. Darnell returned it. “Thank you. So you took Natalie under your wing, so to speak?” “That’s right,” Flatberry said. “She was.