It was flacid, but must have been seven inches of thick cut cock. His body was toned, the mass of chest hair grey.'Make me hard' he commanded, my brea...thing quickened in excitement.I leant forward out of the chair and took his cock into my hand, pulling him towards me. I could feel him getting hard in my hand. I opened my mouth and took his cock into me, all the time it was growing. I was sucking and licking this beautiful piece of meat for all I was worth. He kept on growing as I sucked. His. To Matthew's eternal shame, his cock was harder than a slab of granite and pointed straight up at the ceiling of the shipping container where they were being held captive. Miranda tried not to let her eyes linger on her bodyguard's naked, masculine form. He was a fine specimen, and she was deeply attracted to him. Even the awful prospect of having to let Matthew…do this to her…didn't seem quite as bad because, well…at least it was him and not some stranger."Ok, hop on slut. Bust that tight. Instantly she replied, "Good morning Vally, wow you waked up early. I thought you would wake up afternoon as usual."I texted, "Just for you lovely lady." You are so charming Vally," she replied.I send, "So, are you home or at work?" Lolzzzz, of course at home, I told you I'll take today off as you requested, I always keep my word," she replied.I said, "Great, I already made a reservation in Rapsodia hotel."Mariana replied, "No no, we will go to my other apparent, it is safer and more. Still there. With an inch and a half of mud on all the horizontal surfaces. I used my key to open the door. Still had standing water in the floorboard. Nothing to salvage. Well, okay. I retrieved the proof of ownership from the glove box.Inside my neat little apartment, I cried. Pictures, everything, covered with foul, stinky mud. The furniture had floated, now was chaos. I went into the kitchen with a goal in mind. I ‘inherited’ one of Grandma’s cast iron pots. I’ll keep that. Actually, a few.