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Aaron has given me a rich and fulfilled life with the opportunity to travel, often at a moment’s notice, and to see and experience new Hardcore places and meet interesting people; goodness, he knows so many. He is a strong, forceful man. He can be very persuasive. However, he’s also polite and respectful with most people, and they naturally defer to him. I’ve never heard him curse or swear. Aaron says profanity is an indication of a weak and undisciplined mind and lack of intellect. He also says a strong, hard, body and a amateur disciplined mind, make the man. Sorry, I’m a bit off track, but it is important to tell you how I feel about him. I love him, and I know in my heart of hearts, Aaron loves me. I left off with no offers of jobs in my career field, and so, it was necessary to settle for a minimum wage job working in an upscale Barista in Pittsford, NY. In consideration for having open availability for my working hours, the owner and my lick boss, John Randal, rented me a small, but very cozy studio apartment with one bedroom above the business for modest, no, for a blessedly cheap rent that included all utilities. After working there for a year, I received a two dollar an hour raise and a week paid vacation as a bonus for being his top employee. I went on a five-day shoe-string budget vacation in August to the 1000 Islands, and my friend Mary, from college, was going to meet me there for the weekend. We were staying in a little bed and breakfast in Alexandria Bay, NY. I drove on ahead to get everything ready. It was Pirates Weekend in the Bay, and we were going there for the nightlife and to party. Have a few drinks and listen to the bands. People packed the main street with all the bars and taverns, restaurants and souvenir shops near the water, including the public docks; some in costume, dressed as colorful and flamboyant pirates, or tavern wenches in a 1940’s Hollywood extravaganza, Mary and I included. I know how to sew, and I made our dresses, to be used again at an upcoming Renaissance Fair in Sterling NY. We had a great time; we listened to three different bands, however, as they say, “All good things must come to Cuckold an end,” or perhaps good things may begin at the end? It was after one in the morning. Mary was exhausted from drinking and dancing with a young med student. She and Michael seemed to hit it off, and Mary was to have a late dinner with him on Sunday. God bless her. She returned to bed and breakfast to crash, and sleep in late; we both would, we were on vacation. I decided to walk down to the public dock and sit on a bench, watch the stars, and to listen to the waves lapping the shore before turning in. I was halfway down the weathered wood dock when I heard heavy, indian lumbering footsteps on the planks and drunken menacing laughter, followed by vulgar sexual comments directed at me. I turned to see two large men behind me. I tried to walk around them, but they stood in front of me, making kissing noises and lickings their lips. One of them stayed in front of me and the other behind me. I could smell the alcohol on their breath. They got closer, and the one with the teal polo shirt and tan chinos shoved some money into my dress between my breasts. He then pushed me to his partner, and they pushed me back and forth between them, keeping me off balance, and one of the hundred dollars bills came out and fell onto the dock. They were laughing and trying to grope my breasts while trying to kiss me. I took a deep breath to scream, and before I did, I saw movement on the right, and the larger of the two, wearing the teal shirt was thrown effortlessly head-over-heels into the river, and yes, it was Aaron. My remaining assailant was wearing a red polo shirt and brown cargo shorts. He raised his hands, palms out and said, “Hey, pal, I don’t want any trouble. Wanda was part Hispanic and had beautiful bronze skin and shiny copper Cuckold hair. “Piss off kid; indian we’ve got more important things to think about.” Girl 2 said. An interesting thing I decided to do. I should’ve hoisted her over my shoulder and put her into my car, but she was just intoxicatedly cute. I wrapped my hand around Tony’s shaft at the base of his cock and started jacking him off as my head bobbed up and down on his delicious prick. So she obediently opened up her plump lips to take in his throbbing organ lick all the while looking none too pleased by what was moving up to her mouth. Another good thing about it was they would be doing the cooking. Abduction is not what you may want I'm not sure if Alex is just that good, or if having captive audience watch made it that much better, but that was one special orgasm that just went through me. I watched as Alex cleaned the orgasmic secretion from her fingers, using her tongue to get every drop, she did so with erotic finesse, alternating her eyes between me and Dave. She secretly loved amateur the attention she got from Hardcore men (and some women) ogling her body. “Oh, yes, this is amazing! My lips popped off with wet smacks before I engulfed it again. She ripped her mouth off his cock, and exclaimed "not yet you bastard, I need you in me first." “Fucking whores.” The man grumbled, walking away. All of them looked ravishing with sultry and inviting looks.