Any resistance that Joyce had evaporated as she was enveloped inlust; all she wanted was to be his woman.It seemed like a dream as she moved down to h...r knees in front of himand began to open his belt and unzip his pants. She moved as if shewas controlled by some outside force. She pulled his hardening cockout of his pants. Joyce was surprised at how much bigger it was thanher cock, but that didn't stop her from starting to kiss and lick it.Thomas gently guided her head to the top of his cock. ?don’t even think of closing your mouth, because compared to my punishment, the one you just got will seem like a walk in the park.? He continued to piss in my mouth and in order not to choke I had to swallow all of the piss. I was so parched that I didn’t care at this time what it tasted like. He finished and shook the remaining off the head of his cock. ?There that should wet your whistle for a while. Now what do you say to me for that lovely drink?? ?Thank you.? ?what slut? Thank you. . finally what it all meant. I knew how he would die. Tonight, at my hand, and yet not my hand. He was a creature of what was once popular culture. A fiction in a series of books by a woman who was as lost as he ever was. A woman who preached, all unknowing, damnation. Worship of the physical. Yet how could he deceive himself so? He knew that all things physical, no more how enduring, must yield in the end. Must go down to corruption. Only the spiritual goes on. It was the spiritual that gave. I worked with my hands all my life, and now my body was pretty worn out. Bea was no spring chicken either by then, and she was tired of the cold winters. So we decided that we would move down to Florida after Brynn graduated from high school. We figured the girl could get a job down there for the summer while she waited for college to begin in the fall. We decided on a place not far from the local community college, to make it as convenient as possible for our now spoiled teenager.At.