” I laughed then, and he joined me. Even Jasmine giggled a little.We made it to town and went to find the armorer. Mine, while comfortable, had seen...better days, so we all got measured. Moe, the leather worker, went to work on making it and said we needed to come back late tomorrow. With nothing else to do we went around and spent the day spending more of the eleven conches for new weapons. We had taken a pack horse from one that they had on the farm when we left.We stayed the night at the inn. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh, yeah, That’s why I am mainly. It comes to a few inches over your knees and you lookHOT! (As always!!) You have gorgeous legs. The dress issprinkled with red and yellow and pink flowers. No bra (notthat you need one) and white sandal type flip-flops showingoff your feet. You have an ankle bracelet on your right legwith a small heart charm with my name on it. You slowly inchthe dress up your thighs, and stop just below your panties.I wonder what color they are today, as I hadn’t watchedyou dress like I normally like to do.. Did he do this to everyone? Did he just start rubbing people's arms, and tell them they had pretty names and were flawless. He was now smiling, and closed his eyes as I felt our lips meet softly. He started kissing me softly, but continuously, and pulled me closer to him. "Jake", I whispered, ready to protest, but he kissed harder.He softly hauled me down, so that we were both on our sides, and forced me into a wet, rough kiss. He grunted, kissing me roughly again, which this time I returned..