I stopped, setting the soap down and clenching my fists for amoment. I looked down at myself, and at the soap suds sliding down mytrim belly in the w...ter. Maybe...maybe a quick wank would would helpclear my head and get my mind off...me. It usually brought some respitefrom being caught up in all this girly temptation.Fine, I resolved, just a quickie, and then I'd be dressed and off to theconference site to get registered. I grasped my manhood in one hand andbegan to stroke. Almost. It was not that she had the experience of a call girl, but she was able to get him hard in a couple of vigorous maneuvers. She made him gasp in the blink of an eye and caused him to break out in cold sweat with just some play on his tiny but sensitive nipples.It was not that she lacked the skills to deliver enough pleasure to make a big man faint; it wouldn’t matter if she could knock down a mammoth. Simply that lovely asshole, that son of a bitch, the iron-pricked lad, somehow managed to stay. In a third row he found a dozen or more journal entries for the lastmonths. Sampling one of his wife’s letters to the man, Lon was stunned andappalled. This was the contents: Sir, This cock-sucking whore begs your indulgence withher cunt thoughts, herein. she humbly thanks you for her initial cock-sucktraining. As you know I was shocked, at first, chatting on-line with you, whenyou said you that you wanted a woman to be a Prick-serving bitch and nothingmore. I’ve learned so much since then. She had a purple swellingaround her left eye."Oh no, my face what has he done!"The tears started to flow."Come on now Michelle, it will be fine in a day or two."She doubled over sobbing. Same knew it was delayed shock from nearlybeing killed by her stepfather. He bent down and pulled her to her feet."Shush now, you're still beautiful." No I'm an ugly freak that no one will want!"After seeing her stepfather first hand, Sam knew why she felt the wayshe did. He had raised her to believe only a.