I realized, without much surprise, that I had emptied the contents of my bladder and reclined in a warm puddle of my own urine.“You claimed not to b... a monster,” I whimpered, trembling uncontrollably as I lay upon the damp covers, the memory of the agony inflicted still overwhelmingly fresh.Her smile was enigmatic as she curled her finger once more, the tip hovering over the second button upon her palm.“Non, please, don’t, I-“ I cried, panicking as I watched the inhuman digit landed once more. . Unable to take the embarrassment of his now complete erection she bent to pick up the towel. Her eyes were on the long cock as if she was keeping her eye on it to avoid a collision with her face. Her face and lips were perilously close to it.Sundar jumped and ducked reflexively in defense of his cock. Saroja couldn’t help chuckling. As the door shut, they found themselves in the bathroom; saroja had stepped on the inside of the door which was meant to shut their view of each other. Door to the. Then after a weeks work installing new fence posts and laying barbed wire and scratching ourselves silly despite the heavy gloves we wore a baby tornado came along and ripped up a miles worth like they were c***d’s toys! No other damage except the chicken coop smashed along with eight poor hens caught inside! After harvest I was a free agent. During this time I managed to have my first real date, a cousin of a close friend who lived just outside Denver, Colorado. Oh I,d had experiences with the. I know Mum likes it with you, I want to know why.”“I really don’t think it’s a good idea.” The thing was, he knew he couldn’t stop her. He was soft putty in her hands, apart from the cock that she held, that was firm as a rock. Theoretically, he knew that any court, any newspaper, any ‘chattering class, do-gooder’ would say that a man should be able to control his libido and it would all be his fault; but he also knew that he, men in general, were just as much prey to their hormones; and his.