As we walked along Robin was very close to me and kept touching me as we talked and I began to really like him. He was knowledgeable and a real gentle...an and when he slipped his hand into mine it felt nice and we walked along holding hands.By the time we had reached the point where my 'rape' had occurred my penis was again rigid in anticipation. Robin guided us off the main path and across to the bench which was now lit up by the light of the moon. With no inhibitions Robin undid his trousers. ”“So, you didn’t go back.”“Nope. I figured out that God needed good people in front of the pulpit more than he needed them behind it. So, I went to a local university.”“And you left there after a year.”“Yeah. The classes were bull shit. After spending two years in Nam, these peace-loving butt pirates were standing there and telling ME how it was.”“They wrote the history, of course they knew how it was.”“I was glorious on my last day. I think I verbally leveled the logic on four professors and. Doch kurz bevor er kommen konnte hörte er auf, Stöhnte lästern auf und zog sein Handy vor, richtete die Kamera auf seinen pochenden Schwanz und fuhr fort sich einen runterzuholen. Alleine der Gedanke das er fotografieren würde wie er auf seinen sündhaft teuren Computer abspritzen würde war so berauschend das er spürte wie er kommen würde. Sofort löste er aus und machte eine Serie von Bildern die genau zeigten was passierte und sendete sie dann schließlich an eine Nummer die ihm in den Sinn. But knowing and pointing your nipple out for a crop to hit were two very different things at that moment in time.He started rubbing the flared head of the crop back and forth, back and forth across my nipple. With each passing it grew harder. The skin pulled tighter and slowly I arched into it. I arched so damned much I thought my spine would crack at the strain.He brought his hand back, paused then whipped it forward into my nipple so fast I hardly saw it happen. But my nipple didn't doubt its.