There was a very literal cause for the captain not being able to be honest and open. Whenever she tried to articulate the situation, the words simply ...ould not come out. It was as if the very act of thinking about revealing the truth prevented her from doing so. It was the same when she tried to write the words down by keyboard or other writing device. The words simply could not be written. To an observer, it was as if the captain was stuttering or had been suddenly paralysed.It is imperative. No.I'm talking about a Doctor's examination many years previous, which left me with no desire whatsoever to insert anything anally, ever again! I never did see the instrument that the Doctor used to examine me that day. Suffice to say that it was not pleasant. Nor was it lubricated. And he had to insert it twice to complete his task. To me, it felt like a baseball bat. Anyway, even though I trusted Sally completely, I just had to do this myself if I was to discover this new experience. The stone altar still has the grooves where the blood of sacrificed virgins would have flowed as an offering to Pachamama." He interrupted the act to flash a snide remark to Heidi "You would probably have been top of their list to offer to her!"Heidi would have been embarrassed if she wasn't already stunned with rage: the bastard had stolen all her findings. By now though she'd been broken. He'd won. She quietly seethed as she realised he would get rich off her work while she would go back to. When my folks took a picture of us once I casually put my arm around him jokingly, but when I saw the picture later I noticed he was leaning into me and gazing up.toward me, lovingly? When he and I had to clean up the shed as part of our usual chores, I "accidentally " brushed my cock against his butt several times. I guess I really got a thrill out of the whole thing, but I needed more.He only blew me once or twice a week, and while I didn't really have any reason not to masterbate with him.