This story was designed to be viewed from only the scene at the church. It is a story that could be expanded greatly. (I actually got it to 5 pages, b...t scrapped that attempt.) I chose to not do that. I have said what I wanted to say. In this case, I wanted to write about someone who was abused and got back at the more ‘powerful’ abuser, and do it publically. The victim was not to allow the shame of homosexual rape (and the expected photos to blackmail him) from stopping him getting back. I. I looked around and there it was on the wall. A picture of the daughter. So young and so cute and innocent. I got hard again just gazing at the picture.I was just about to look around for the one thing I was craving when I heard a vehicle. The father was driving back up the yard. I panicked!!! There was no reason for me to be upstairs as his office and other toilet was downstairs. I bolted out the room shutting the door behind me. I ran downstairs and back to the office.I was out of breath and. “Yes.”“But doesn’t that leave me with nothing to do?”“You have that manuscript you wish to translate?”“Of the Chinese dissident? Yes.”“Jeff has given his approval. He had legal get the author’s estate copyright acceptance for the English version.”“Wow. Thanks.”“And I want Conrad to edit it, with your negotiation about his changes again part of the learning process.”“Dealing with the author.”“Exactly.”“It sounds like Liang has some flexibility now,” Joe said. “She’ll actually be writing, and. We moved quickly into the potting shed and I stood proudly by the table and looked around me. I turned back to ask her what she thought but she was already kneeling at my feet and had started to unbuckle my jeans. She slipped my jeans and pants down together before taking my cock in her mouth without comment. She gripped my arse cheeks and pulled me forward taking my whole cock right down her throat. I wasn’t even erect yet but quickly became so, filling Sally’s throat in about ten seconds.