Jason could care less.Working in the Concentration Camps of pre-war Germany, inured him to human suffering. That he was a trifle mad worked to his ben...fit. No pity and a sociopathic outlook allowed him to experiment. Free rein from Herr Hitler assured no complaints from his staff.Eventually, the handwriting on the wall said, "The Third Reich has failed. Get out while you can."In 1943, confiscated wealth and loyal underlings transferred Jason from Germany by U-Boat to the coast off Rye, New. Then she went down and started giving me a blowjob (Indian girls generally does not gives a blow job but thanks to modernization they have started experimenting with sex nowadays) she made me come by the blow job, obviously, she didn’t drink it.Now it was my turn to start drilling her pussy so I went on her top and started inserting my dick inside her pussy but she was feeling tremendous pain so she just hugged me very tightly and I gave a big jerk and my dick went inside her, she was virgin. Bob removed his paper, and it read, everyone fucks the spinner (this was John’s also). Bob, Steve and I all looked at each other as I said, “Shall we go in order of size or just let Bob go first and tear him a new one?”As we all had a good laugh at that John piped in with, “That shit ain’t funny…damn-it, I’m the one who wrote this on, and it backfired on me,” which made us all laugh even harder.I grabbed the lube and told John to lie on his back and spread his legs. After smearing plenty in and. I want him to stop and I want him to do it again.No: I want to ask him to stop, and I want him to do it again anyway.He slaps my ass again and again and again. Each spank unleashes a fresh wave of the sweetest agony, radiating out from my sore cheeks. Suddenly there's something hard and round and metal between my cheeks."I--" I say, "I've never done anything like this before..." I know. But you want to don't you?" He replies and I can hear the smile in his voice.My answer is a whisper: "So.