Waking in a delicious fog, I found myself bound face-down to a blanket covered log. My arms and legs were tied down, as my ass was pleasured by a supremely thick cock.
My last memory before waking was Don bringing me a conciliatory dinner at work. We had argued at length about my long hours and working weekends.
When they realized that I was waking, yes, I said they, another cock pressed into my mouth. With two cocks see-sawing my holes, I was reminded of the night that Don and I met. We shared our fantasies, and this was mine.
