Those were times that Gabriella tried hard to push to the deep dark recesses of her mind, only brought out when she was that other person, not the Lad... Gabriella Quantinilla. It had been in 1479, when she was but twelve years old, that the Spanish Inquisition was at its worst. Her mother and father were labeled as heretics because of their wealth and possessions. It had mattered not to the General Inquisitor, Thomas de Torquemada, that her father had taken the small fortune he had inherited. When Doug was fucking her pussy, he started to tense."I'm about to nut" he said. Where does she want it?" he asked me.I put her in a position to have to speak."A good whore swallows, doesn't she Heather?" I asked."Cum in my mouth" she said with no energy at all."He doesn't believe you want it. Beg him for it. Tell him you are a whore and you want his cum in your mouth. And don't swallow it until I tell you to." I said.She forced herself to up her game. She now had a leering smile on her face as. . As the host of this little gathering, I sent an email to all the guys who had confirmed their attendance to the Speedo Party on the morning of the meet. Proceedings kicked off with us all meeting in the beer garden of my local pub (let’s say it is the Bondi Pub) ... as some of the guys are not out, the pub of choice is a straight pub to avoid any anxiety such a meet might bring on.Two o’clock (afternoon) rolled around and the guys turned up one by one at the designated meeting spot in the. Cole's cautions, with a blind confidence, put herself into his hands, to be carried wherever he pleased. For his part, equally blinded by his wishes, whilst her egregious simplicity favoured his deception more than the most exquisite art could have done, he supposed, no doubt, that he had lighted on some soft simpleton, fit for his purpose, or some kept minion broken to his hand, who understood him perfectly well and enter'd into his designs. But, be that as it would, he led her to a coach,.