Sophie had kissed him. He had kissed Sophie. And now here he was, laying next to her in bed, holding her gently in his arms. The joy that flooded thr...ugh him at this thought was only tempered by the fact that Sophie had seemed so distraught when he and Tom had picked her up. She had been sobbing hysterically, but refused to talk, and had regained her composure in the car. Still, Daniel could hear the fright in her voice, and had picked up on the firm, yet insistent pressure of her hand as it. " His name in Barrington. Do you remember the man who tied us up several months ago?" Yes, Mistress." They look very much alike, don't they?" Yes, Mistress. At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good. His eyes were brown and his salt and pepper hair was close cropped. He sat back and closed his eyes a moment. Then he opened them and asked me if I was hot enough or did I want him to ladle some water on the rocks. I told him that would be great. Steam clouded the room and, as it did, he took off his trunks before sitting back down, his ass white and untanned, his cock long, cut and heavy. “Good idea,” I said, and I did the same thing. My cock, which is about seven cut inches and cut, popped. Things just happened and lead to other things. So he sucked my cock and yeah, I sucked his. And I fucked him, multiple times. Big deal!Over the years since then I had gotten in touch with him occasionally, or kept tabs on him through other friends, or run into him once or twice. We both had been through the divorce mill and were doing okay in our chosen professions.My sister Marsha’s first husband had been killed in a car accident, leaving her with two little kids. Her second husband had been a.