Blows kept slamming against my arse, I tried to scream but the pillow muffled me and I could barely breath. Finally the spanking stopped and the pillo... was thrown away, my arse felt like it was on fire. Hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me partly off the bed. My feet were on the floor and my bottom bent over the side of the bed. The pain from my bottom was so great, that I didn’t notice at first that something was being shoved into my vagina. The pain of my hymen breaking, was swallowed up by. As I walked farther into the vacant locker room I see. . . OMG its him. . . In the shower this time. I eventually see his clothing on the benches. I looked on just gazing at the work of art that was his body. His perfect muscular back with a nice tight yummy butt. As he turned around I saw his perfectly hung penis. As it was it was about 4 inches softy. Still it turned me on as he looked like he was enjoying himself as I watched him soap and lather himself up. It was almost 15-20 minutes of me. He couldn't wipe the thought from his mind. As the hourspassed, he grew more desperate to gain relief. And no price seemed toohigh to pay, to reach that goal. By the time Lukas had deposited them infront of Arnold's isolated home, Willy was ready to take the plunge, atthe same time that he absolutely rejected the possibility. Arnold couldread him like a book, and enjoyed toying with his mixed motivations. Whenthey got into bed together, with the actor in transparent harem pajamasthis time,. She was in pain but she immediately said, "I have to talk toyou, Barbara! This is not my body, I'm Jonathan. I love you, please help."She saw that her oral language had a heavy accent. Barbara was concernedmaybe with the anesthesia she had a cerebral attack (a temporary stroke or aTIA) she called a neurologist on the phone. The neurologist came, she wasCarol Schwartz, MD, and she is one of the best in the hospital. She checkedwith all the tools she had including MRI and other tools but she.