He woke, stiff and sore on the hay-covered floor of Mr. Akin’s stable. Someone had thrown an old blanket over his prostrate form.He had made it back...to the hotel somehow. The pounding in his head would not go away. His shaky hand would not hold the key still enough for him to insert it in the lock. Clint finally hit the hole, and he entered the room. He found nothing out of place as he looked around the room. He knocked on the bedroom door.“What” she curtly answered without opening the. The host returned with a cup of cognac on the rocks for Trent and a cup of gin mixed with pink lemonade for his sissy self.“I’m so ready to fuck you,” announced Trent.“Give it to me then.”Trent kicked off his size 11 Timberlands. He stripped out of his hunter green graphic T-shirt and relaxed fit jeans. His prick stood at attention. The head glistened with precum. “Spit on it,” he ordered.Trent pushed De’Shane against the wall. He slammed his meat in and out of the pussyboi with reckless. Trish gave out a great sigh as he did this and ever pressed her hips up to meet his hands. He worked back down the inside of her thighs. Mark put more lotion in his hands and began to bring his hands up the inside of her legs until he got to her crotch, Trish, spread her legs farther apart and lifted her hips again. Mark took his fingers and slipped them under the edge of her thong and rubbed the outer lips of her pussy.“Oh… Yes… don’t stop.”Mark pushed the thin strip of cloth aside and slipped. "I've got work to do researching apaper I'm writing. It has to be in by the end of next week."I wriggled in my tight bondage to the small extent that I was able tomove my wrists and ankles. "When will you be back?" Later on tonight. Depends how long I'll be working." Aren't you going to untie me first?" No." Emma looked at me matter of factly. "We're through now, Robert. Iwon't bother you again." But... Jill will be back early this evening. You can't leave me likethis! She'll walk in and find.