As a city boy from Chicago, thiswas not something that I had desired or wanted. But, at 17, you have NO rights (at least that is what they told me).A... a sophomore in High School, I was a jock -- football player and wrestler -- that enjoyed the fruits of that distinction. Oh, I wasn't an Adonis like the swimmer bodies that the girls all swooned over, but I was fairly attractive and had my share of girls that wanted to go out with the jock crowd hanging around. I did my share of dating, but. I began explaining what had transpired over the course of the evening until I realized it was a rhetorical question and he really had no interest in what I was telling him. He was focused on the men in the green uniforms that were crashing into the men in the white uniforms. I turned on my reading light and picked up the novel I was in the process of reading. It was a bit of a romance novel, I'll admit that but really, most novels are more or less romance novels. Aren't they? This one had. I kept that up for several seconds until I heard him inhale sharply, Im coming!. With that he gave one last thrust into my throat and started shooting his thick hot load. It felt like a hose was being fired into my throat as I tried to swallow it all, but there was too much. I released the hold my throat had on his dick and popped it out of my mouth, gagging. The last few spurts of come shot out, hitting my face and falling on his stomach. I gently lapped up his come as he regained his breath.. He bent her legs backwards at the knee and attached the leather cuffs to thesides of the table, forcing her to leave her thighs spread wide apart. All the while he was doing this; she was screaming obscenities at him, yellingat him to leave her alone and to let her go. Finished, he climbed down off of her and pulled a leather strap across thetable and buckled it down tight right across her abdomen. The strap bit into her belly and made it difficult for her to breathe indeeply. Though she.