Is my own. There is no sex in this episode. There is a scene of violence. The Sacred Band, chapter 2. Vignette, 1937. Philip Rotkoff comes of age Ste...hen Rotkoff’s real experience of violence began in his teens. Not the routine domestic violence of the beatings his father handed out to him, but the sort of experience that was life transforming. When he was sixteen, and already big and strong enough to intimidate and sometimes physically chastise streetgirls and their pimps, he became aware. He was busy on his computer. No, he didn’t need the bathroom. It was mine. The evening was warm so I set the fan slowly going over my double bed and folded down the top covers to the bottom sheet. The bed was comfortable, as I lay naked under the fan, propped up on a couple of pillows. My book absorbed me. I vaguely heard John use the shower. A few minutes later there was a light knock on my door, which I noticed for the first time, I’d left half open. John, with a towel wrapped around his. I was aware that his body was old and he was virtually middle aged but I had been watching him for long and had seen him bare chest enough number of times as and when he came out of his bath in his ‘lungi’ or at times in a ‘desi underwear’ with nothing else, toweling his parsley thin, balding hair.I knew him not be a sexy hunk of a man but started liking the fact that he was desiring me and that I was having the necessary impact on him, One day, I promised myself while I was exposing my body to. I was taken by surprise she literally wanted me to go along in a sexual engagement without saying much. She let her actions took the lead. Then she nodded her head and said, "Pre-cum provide the evidence you are leeching at me. Try to cover. Ah..." I asked "Did cock frightened you?" Wow...Such majestic cock. Mark I am swoon over. My thumb and fingers can't touch while holding your cock. I guess 12 inches long, girth of 7 inches circumference. I never see such huge cock!" You love my cock? Shock.