I grab his dick and slowly start to pump it up and down. He’s really hard and there is pre-cum rolling off his pee-hole, and I spread it around his ...urple mushroom. I move forward and he grabs my head and pushes his dick past my parting lips. “Come on, sweetheart, why so shy? We know you love sucking cock.” And in an instant, he starts fucking my mouth, holding my head while he pumps slowly in and out. I lose sight of you as he's masturbating himself with my mouth. Then, suddenly, I feel a. He had a big bag in his hand, i didnt know what it was as he dropped it " WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?.." shouted dad he grabbed me by my arm, sat down and dragged me across his knee so my bottom was stickin up in front of him " no dad.. please " i begged him WHACK he smacked my arse " SHUT THE FUCK UP..if u want to act like a bitch, your gonna get treated like one " i was crying uncontrollably by now " i thought i told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!! " he kept on wackin my arse it hurt so much but i knew. It had to do with masturbation. I grew up in a Baptist church. My parents and I went nearly every Sunday. One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth Sunday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor. Our first session with the rape victims after Bess accepted the King's proposal had his most trusted driver shuffling us from the rape counseling center (which he provided virtually all private funds after his daughter's rape and the place was renamed in his honor) to my apartment where the driver parked his limo in the underground garage and remained with us through the legal discussions and dinner. Devi attempted flirting with him to lure him from Bess and I, but the guy was a eunuch. Not.