His head returned to the pillow and he closed his eyes. As I stroked his salt and pepper hair I began to think back so many years before.I was about s...x or seven the first time it happened. My brother and I were playing in the front room when the ball he was tossing went wild. It landed in Poppa's lap and he sat up suddenly and leaned forward. A groan escaped his lips and a few minutes later he got up and went to his and Momma's bedroom. The door closed and I was left wondering what happened.A. I was pushing back as he would push in. I was loosing it and loosing it fast, I let out a moan as I felt a climax coming on when I did that little fucker stopped fucking me. He pulled out his hand and watched me as I kept humping my hips with the rubber dick still inside of me and held there by the crotch of my shorts. I wanted to come so I was moving my hips rather fast. He held the second condom in front of my face, it was hanging straight down and in the tip it was very full of sperm, it. I looked for sign of his passing and found very little of it. His footprints on the resilient vegetation would all but disappear in another hour. There were no broken branches or stems of the tender new tree growth twisting in the breeze.This man moved through the woods like a ghost. I believe he had already noticed the same thing about me.I took the left fork and continued walking without waiting for his confirmation. I got it anyway."That was pretty good back there. What convinced you?" You. She had promised she would use wax but not as a torture. She hadn't lied. She had the candle so far away from him he felt the suspense of it, the tease without any of the pain. His nipples were covered in the wax when he heard her breath blow out the candle. Her nails sc****d down across his body. Scr****g and then flicking away the wax as she encountered it. As she backed away he felt her attaching the rubber tipped alligator clamps to each of his nipples. Of all the clamps these were.