All the lives he saved. All the humanitarian campaigns he fought for. All the risks he often took on behalf of strangers. Surely all those things spok... of his humanity. And yet he was denied the most human thing of all. Love. Lying in his bed, he noted that it was midnight and he still wasn’t asleep. He scanned the stars, wondering if he would ever find that special someone he could truly connect with. Walking through the streets of Cap-Haitien, haunting the streets of Boston and wandering. He placed himself against my backside and I felt him guide his cock into my sopping wet pussy and begin to fuck me hard. The man below me had raised himself to suck on my tits. I've never had so much cock in one night and I abandoned myself to my feelings as I enjoyed every minute of this anonymous fucking. I arched my back in ecstasy and used the poles to which I was handcuffed to push back against him, feeling him speeding up and then tense as he came into my hot and welcoming pussy. I felt. "I like having you this close to me. You smell great." I told Stacy as she continued to smile at me. "I want you to feel how hard I am." Still smiling Stacy said "yes sir." She then looked around quickly and reached down with her hand. She grabbed my cock through my pants. She gave me a firm grab and held my hard cock in her hand. "Stacy, do you like that?" I asked."I do, yes." She answered. "What do you want to do with it?" I asked. "I would love to have that monster inside me." She answered.. "I think you should ask Susan that question. I don't want to say anything that she wouldn't want you to know" This was rapidly becoming my stock answer."Sounds like you still love her Harry can't you just go back and fix things?" Of course I still love her. That's what makes things so difficult, If I hated her it would be easy I could tell everyone the bits I wanted them to know and not worry if it hurt her. As it is everything that hurts her, hurts me. If my marriage was a machine I could fix.