Melanie rubbed against it as they kissed, and Tom was so distracted by it that he didn't realize the trap until it was too late. The handcuffs clicked...shut, and his hands were trapped behind the chair."Mel, what..?" Tom started, but Melanie put her finger on his lips."No. You need to learn. You need to learn who your cock belongs to." Melanie squeezed Tom's crotch to emphasize her point. He gasped, and Melanie unbuttoned his jeans. "Who owns your cock?"Tom struggled for a bit, then said, "You. The three of us spent the entire time together, skiing whatever trails we felt like, racing on occasion, and occupying the chairlifts in a rebelliously good mood. We showed Lara the hidden trail, to her great delight. I made sure to ride solo whenever we took the double chairs, so that Heather and Lara could chat.Lara’s about-face was amazing. Part of me wondered if it was too good to be true. But then again, Heather had worked some kind of magic since the night before, and maybe Lara was. My co workers and I walked outside to find that there had been an accident. After speaking with the emergency crews it became apparent it was going to be awhile before power could be returned to our building. My supervisor decided it was not going to be productive to stay and released us for the day. As I gathered my things under the emergency lights one of my friends Ann came up to me. Ann was a beautiful woman who was friends with my wife and myself. She really seemed to connect with my wife.. Like Paula. Paula wanted to meet me, and I was horny, I needed an ass to fuck. Cruising tinder for gay bois dressed as hot sluts craving cock in their tight hot holes.Aggressive with dick.She sat next to me on the bed, she kissed pecked on my lips and started feeling the bulge in my pants. I was drinking a rice wine. She didn't want any. I guess I thought a little alcohol would help me not lose my nut to the heavenly feeling of boi pussy the second I get the head of my penis inside her wanting.