Back home I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with my wife and son. Running from the plane into their arms. Tears of joy, of relief, of a nightmare finally over.
As I hugged Angela and Bobby, awash in waves of love and rejoicing, still a tiny thought itched in the back of my mind: Now I'm out of those bastards' power--but did they break me completely? Will I be able to get it up for her?
As Bobby held me close, my leg moved between his. Not intentionally. Not real
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere
I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass.
Back at the university, desperate to get laid, I finally found some "fellow travelers"--who knew?--Brad Kaugma
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