But in an instant I no longer felt like the alphamale, the hockey player appeared again and suddenly his hand grabbed another fistful of my hair and p...ulled my head up. He stuffed his fat cock into my mouth, this time far more than just the fat mushroom head. He slid it in balls deep and began fucking my throat just as hard as I was fucking the twink’s. I didn’t last long before I started gagging… hard. Throat slime spewed from my mouth and my tears drenched my blindfold. He showed no mercy. He. I sat back in the chair and allowed this man to do with me what he and I so very badly needed. As he continued sucking on me he took his fingers and placed them in my mouth. I sucked on his fingers for a few moments and he removed them form my mouth and started drawing small circles around my ringpiece, I could feel the muscle in my spincher contract in anticipation of his invasion of my anus.My balls were starting to throb when he slowly pushed his digits into my ringpiece, I felt my penis. One more night, and then he would be back where he was always meant to be.He made his camp carefully that night, sheltering behind a large rock that protected his back from any surprises. He had stopped while there was still good light, and gathered more wood then he'd ever need for his night fire. He was being especially cautious now that he was so near to the end of his journey. He hadn't endured so much hardship to fail, at the last of it, to fulfill his mission for his people. He knew that. She grabbed Natalia’s and George’s arms and led them down the street and around the corner. She guided them into an entryway. George had not even seen a sign indicating a bar. Once inside they were impressed. Not only was it small and intimate, it was a private club! The hostess greeted Martina with a hug and a cheek kiss. They chatted briefly in Spanish then the hostess led them to a low table in the corner of the intimate room surrounded by a leather couch and two overstuffed leather.