Once I shot me bloody load in thee its for bloody life like, if thee can’t stomach it say now and I’ll shoot me bloody load over thee belly and sa... no more about it.”“And the money?” she asked.“Fifty guineas,” I said, “Not bad for shooting me bloody load over thi bloody belly?”“Thank you kindly Captain, but shoot away sir,” she insisted, “For I fear you cannot restrain yourself and I believe you have a kind heart under that blunt Yorkshire exterior.”“Thee want’s me to shoot a dose of hot spunk. Richard was confidentin his skin.when he wasnt at college he was at the local boxing gym,building up his already cut physique.his friend pete was caucasian about an inchtaller than richard.pete had transferred from pasadena to take a computer class that was already booked up.pete did a smart alec wit to him that seemedseemed to compliment richards street smarts.Richard had transferred out of computer class but not before befriending pete.now they just chattedbetween classes at the lunch tables. No you can’t fucking piss, at least not yet.”Back in the bedroom, Leigh sat on the bed but Barry remained on the floor.“Give me the fucking dildo. No, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want your filthily fucking hands on any of my shit. OK slave. Stand up. Get a chair from the dining room and bring it in here. Hurry! Run!”Barry raced into the living room, but did not notice that Leigh was standing in the bedroom doorway until he turned around.“I changed my mind again. Put the chair right in the. The two halves of that west like thing- I still don’t know how else to call it- met in the middle, between mother’s breasts in only two buttons. Those were stretched and I thought mum might have taken it one size under hers. The lower and of the material had its final line under, no in fact a little above the deepest point of mummy’s breast’s round. I was surprised that this certain rag seemed not to be as thick as I had thought. Mum’s rock like nipples pointed out like cruise missiles ready.