"Peter was quiet, the crack from the stick against the ring on the floorhurrying him."P. .p...p. ppiss on me" he whispered"I said beg me to piss on yo... bitch."Yoseff almost shouted this time, cracking the spark in the air.Peter was a blubbering wreck "please, please oh please pp piss on meemaster please." He babbled through his tears.Yoseff smiled a smile of triumph, his cock fully, painfully erect now.?How can I piss like this bitch, I need to cum again first don?t I??Peter couldn?t take his. “Bet he’s finalising his plans for the redundancies.”“Maybe?” Was all Alan could say.“Who do you think is going to go?”“I’ve no idea Jock, nobody does yet. We’ll all know soon enough.” Alan responded a little agitated.Jock had the sense to realise that Alan had things on his mind and excused himself and left. He was right of course, Alan did have things on his mind. He knew that Bradley wasn’t finalising any plans. Bradley was enjoying himself with his wife, Dawn. * It was almost three o’clock. Naked. With Herb on top of her. Also naked. ??You are aware of your receptionist?s age,aren?t you, Councilman????Eighteen?? His reply sounded too much like aquestion.A small smilehere, almost sympathetic, but not. ?Not quite.??Herb felt his balls shrivel to the size ofraisins. ?How did you get that?? ?That?s not theimportant question, Councilman Snell. The important question is, how do weprevent this from falling into the wrong hands? Say, for instance, an ambitiousreporter from the. ..” she began but was interrupted by her husband.“The difference is that I was a sixteen-year-old boy making love to the fourteen-year- old girl that I intended to marry, not a grown man taking a fourteen year old to bed. The situations are drastically different. My logic still stands. I’ll make love to her when she’s sixteen – not a day before.”Seeing that both of them had taken this past her original intent to just make him sweat a little, she said, this time allowing the amusement to show.