”I assumed he was teasing again when he said, “I’ve seen Clyde’s and Rhett’s meat before when they’re pissing, and I can guarantee you it�...�s me. But you’re sounding kind of interested in my cock, boss. Let me know if you want a peek or even to give it a quick taste.”It was time to end the conversation, because I had gotten him thinking about it, and I tried to make it seem like I was kidding too, when I said, “Yeah, right, asshole, that will never happen, not unless you’re willing to suck mine. Your sperm is stretching my bowels! Mrs. Dither wailed. The young boys cock kept spurting its load. He felt the bowel getting tight as more of his spunk slashed into the clamping ass. It had been awhile since he had cum this much. He wondered if it would ever stop. Mrs. Dithers felt the pain of her bowels swelling. It was so much sperm. More than she had ever received before. She didnt know a man or for that matter a boy could pump out that much spunk. All she knew was it was still pumping. Probably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number on a cellphone, and somewhere inside the house, the corresponding phone rings...And rings...And rings...And goes to voice mail."Hey old bastard! I found your slave girl, she's chained up in your back yard! Better come stop me!" There's a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by her head. "if he calls back you'll be the first to know." Oh Master, Master!" Your Master ain't here bitch. It's me you should be begging," he growls. I was on one of the first courses to be held for APC commanders, and arrived at Warminster on February the 1st. It's freezing bloody cold on Salisbury Plain in winter, but that apart I really enjoyed the course. I was missing Annalise like crazy, but at least the hectic training schedule didn't leave me much time to brood over her. After the course I was given a week's leave. I hadn't been home since before the Belfast deployment, and I hadn't had a shag since the night of leaving Annalise. To.