‘Yeah,’ I moaned. I felt horny. I wanted his cock into my ass. I was scared to admit aloud, but that’s what I wanted.I brought him up to me and ...kissed him. I explored his mouth and he explored mine. I took off his top and lowered myself as I teased him.I flicked my tongue back and forth over his nipples and then sucked, kissed and licked him all the way down to his 8′ cock. I heard him moan. I bobbed my head vigorously as I sucked on his cock.He tensed up and hot sperm poured out of his cock. He had been too far down it too many times not to. He limped through his life like a man with one leg gone. The smallest things were so much effort, it was hard to care about anything. What was the point? It was a struggle to care enough to brush his teeth. He once described losing Carol, to one of his therapists, as being very much like losing an arm or a leg, you adjust, you live with it, you learn to get along–but you never, ever forget for a single moment what you have lost. He finally. “Sorry.” I began to strip, looking at Jack as he watched me get naked. I was down to my boxers when Jack suddenly got annoyed.“No. That’s not going to do. You need to dress like the slut you are.” He then rummaged around in a bag on the floor. He pulled out something and threw them at me. “These are my girlfriend’s clothes. Wear those. Go change in the bathroom then come back here.”I left the bedroom and looked at what Jack had thrown at me. He had given me a pair of tight black lacey panties. Your hands reach for the hem of my dress and you rip off a small strip, enough to tie my wrists hard behind my back. You then push me onto the trashcan in front of me, and I can hear you undo your pants. Before I could even think, you ram your cock right into my ass. I hold on tight to the trash can and let out a scream as the pain shoots through my body. I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks. You continue to pound my ass hard. When you think I've had enough, you pull out and I let out.