My girlfriend was out of town for the week and I had spent a good part of my nights looking at gay porn and fantasizing. I would dress in her panties... and lingerie and fuck myself with her dildo. Each day my desire for the real thing grew greater. I had heard about a park by the lake where gay men would pick each other up. On Saturday afternoon I got brave & decided to see if it was true. As I drove through the park, there were plenty of men out & about, & it was obvious what they were. She had said it was her first night. Could it be true? He wanted to see her again, he had to...-------------------------------------------------------Darceline woke up on the couch, her throat sore. She dreaded what her day, mostly her night, would have in store for her."Darcy, get the fuck in here!" Jeremy called from his room. Darceline quickly jumped out of the couch, her see-through lingerie swishing around her breasts."Yes Jeremy?" she squeaked, standing in the doorway. She could see from. .right?" I replied in the affirmative. "So let me guess...she is on her hands and knees and you are fucking her from behind...is that right? "I was kind of shocked because I had never heard this church girl say anything stronger than 'damn'. "Yeah...yep...you got it." She giggled then and asked if it was exciting talking to her while I was fucking Deann. I answered in the affirmative again. She said nothing for a long minute then spoke, "listen closely Peter and you will see what this. This time, the chains were Roger's; the scene, though, was John's, and there was still very real danger ahead. And I could do nothing to help; we had no key for me to use to escape and come to Roger's aid if necessary. Eventually, we heard tires kicking up gravel in the drive. "He's here," Roger said, unnecessarily. He helped me to my feet, pulled the rope taut, and vanished without even a kiss. Help- less, I waited for John. A few minutes later, John came in. "Waiting where I left you, I see..