I would get up and gripe and groan everyday. Now I would gladly do those little things for her, if only she was here.I decided to take up writing stor...ies. For a lonely old guy it takes up time and is a great way to reminisce. That's what I thought I would write about. I might get off track a few times but I want to write what's in my head while I can still remember it. So if you are reading my story please bear that in mind.I was born in the big city some sixty plus years ago. To some people. He pulled out again and immediately in. "Fuck" I yelped. "As you wish" He said. This time pushing his cock deep in my asshole slowly inch by inch. I squirmed and pulled my ass back. The pain was amazing but overwhelming. He felt me pull my ass back and pulled out. "You OK?" He asked."Oh yeah." I looked at him. " Come on. Fuck me."He got more lube and rubbed it on my asshole. He hesitated less this time and thrust it in all the way. I felt filled. I felt his balls against the top of my ass. "If you look directly above you and to your right side, you will see something of your compromised position."Looking up and to the side. I noticed the ceiling and wall mirrors for the first time. I had a slave collar around my neck with rings for attaching various things. On my wrists and ankles were also slave cuffs. I was naked and my legs were tied to my arms. The ankle cuffs were attached to ropes which elevated my legs. This effectively put me in a position that would offer perfect access. "Cheerleader chokes to death on jock's cock, wouldn'tthat be a way to go?" she said watching as Miranda's breathing becameerratic.Luke desperately tried to pull his dick from Miranda's mouth; he couldsee the fear in her eyes as her breathing started to become uneven.Mindy watched as Miranda's eyes darted back and forth as her face beganto take on a blue hue; "What do you say Miranda?" she asked with asmile. "Do you want to die with a cock down your throat?"Miranda's mind was racing with the.