Forced the sack down around her eyes. Another hand came around her throat. ‘You bite me… you die.’ His stiff cock, wettened by her pussy juices,...slid suddenly against her slightly opened lips. Lynn gasped. It flashed into her mind to attack. She barely had a moment to consider it. He stuffed it into her mouth – passing her teeth quickly and in to the back of her mouth. She almost choked as her face went beet red as the intrusion. But it felt so familiar. And the sudden happy grunt felt familiar. He was still responsible for this disaster, but at least he had done what he could to prevent it. It was a token gesture, but at least it was something. He just had to sit and wait now. The train was only about 500 yards away now.Some days, you just have a bad day. You roll out of bed wrong, you have a headache, you feel like shit, and nothing seems to go right. Everyone has those kinds of days from time to time, lets face it. It’s part of life; sometimes life just gets you down. You drink too. At first she tried sending her finger roving in her own asshole. But the stimulation was second rate, at best. She needed a big cock in there, and she wanted it soon.She tried massaging her slit, thinking that perhaps a quick little tug on her clit would get her off. But she knew from months of experience in her married life with Jack that such prodding and fucking never really worked. Finally, in a last desperate move, she whipped out her telephone book and dialed the number of a man she'd. For one thing, Oscar's got a serious weapon there," I nodded at his crotch, "and the will to use it. You take a few rounds from that gun and it'll make him all around much more pleasant to deal with - and you won't lose by it, either. You can try to teach him manners, and kind of act as his interface with the real world, while he keeps you on the straight and narrow. What do you say?" Hmmmm," Oscar rumbled, "I think she's lookin' for a finger to suck..." I watched his middle finger reposition..