’ I closed my eyes and slid my mouth down along his erect cock, trying my best not to gag. He grabbed me by the back of my head and glided deep into...my throat. I thought that I was going to gag but he told me to breath in through my nose. I did so and the gag reflex subsided. I began sucking his cock, trying to take it deeper into my mouth with each motion. He moaned and I could feel him driving his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth as a vague salty taste began to hint at the back of my. "I - I know I hurt you. I'm sorry - so sorry, Linda." You - did - this!" she repeated, this time louder as her breathing slowed."Okay, you win! Now I know what it feels like. It hurts - it hurts more than I could have known. But please don't take this any further." You - did - this! Say it! I want to hear you say it, God damn it!"Stephan sat expressionless beside her. His hand moved gently along her thigh, stroking her with the tips of his broad fingers. Little by little, he pushed the hem of. Now he was getting too old for this stuff. Here was an opportunity to leave with a nest egg unlike many of his age. He had been married once. But she had died before her time should have been up. After that he had just gone through the motions.He had taken the 'kids' on in order to retire. His gray haired head reflected the age that he was. At sixty he was really too old to protect others much less himself. He walked with a limp from an arthritic hip. Yet he still had a very good reputation and. Many a women were known for pleasing sahibs and sahibs clandestinely enjoyed the local exquisite beauties. I even heard that the sahibs had got some women pregnant and now the genes of Englishmen have also been added to the already buxom gene pool of the village. But this took place long before my birth. Now it was three four generations earlier and by now nearly half the village had mixed looks. As I told you before that my mother was my father’s real niece but since it was the village custom,.