It was the kind of small glass bottle that was used to hold gin or whiskey and obviously someone had thrown it into the river upstream after emptying ...t. Now the bottle bobbed and swirled along with the water as the river swept it along.“So,” said Samuel to himself, “Perhaps God is asking if I am to be like the branch, sturdy and strong but stuck so securely in the mud that I cannot move. Or am I to be like the bottle, afloat and moving but swept along by the torrent with no control over my own. ..I’m gonna blow. Keep it there”. The pleasure began to build and build; I wasn’t even touching my cock. My ass began to clench with incredible force around Aimee’s thrusting cock as my orgasm neared. My cock got harder and harder as I approached the point of no return.“Ah....ah....ah.....Fuck me, Aimee!” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her tight against me and squeezed her mercilessly with my legs. My ass clenched harder around Aimee as I reached the peak of my orgasm, that. "He paid her no heed except to change tits to crush and twist."Please, Master, please I'll do anything you want." Like what," he responded. "I can use you any way I want without your permission."He kept spanking her. As she squirmed, her cunt rubbed against his now hard cock. He shoved her to the floor and commanded, "on your knees, bitch!"He strutted before her with his hard cock inches from her face."Now I'm going to fuck your cunt. You'll want it wet so that it doesn't tear up your tight. Rose in Albany as well as SUNY Albany.Copies of his books and short stories may be purchased at most of the major online book retailers.An Apology by the AuthorPerhaps this is a novel that was never meant to be published. Although the final version of this manuscript was completed in the summer of 1999, the actual writing of it began in the summer of 1992. I went on a small pilgrimage to Mecca, Saudi Arabia with my relatives who were residing in Jeddah, and there the inspiration for the novel.