“You fucking slut,” you hiss as you crack the strands of the flogger over my abused back. You know this harsh treatment will refuel my lust for yo.... I grunt like an animal as I beat my cock in my palm to the time of your rhythmic flogging of my back. Smack, smack, smack! The sound is almost lost in the wind, as are my pathetic cries of pain. My body is starting to shake with the exertion you are putting me through combined with the chill of the blustery air. You notice my discomfort and. ."I thought you'd like to have two cocks to play with, so this is Mel...who lives here."I honestly was just about to get up and leave...I was pissed that John took advantage of me, and I could not be outed...and I didn't really know this guy.Mel talked to me calmly, and said he had seen me at the park, and thought that I was a hot man. He and John had been friends and lovers for many years and they had talked about getting me involved with them after I and John had our time at the farm. (see my. We talked and he got me to pop over to his , i had to walk cause i"d had a few drinks, i got to his and he said there ya go another drink cause i know tomorrows ya day off ? to which i said and you im not drinking alone so we sat watched some dvd and drank by now it was almost 2 in the morning .. bed time he said come on ya better come to bed with me ??? what no i can walk ,, NO NO He said stay here i got a big bed ok ok i said come on then ,, well we went into his bedroom where he said well. Dave complied without a murmur, but his hear beating fast.“Take a look at these photos and tell me who these persons are. I know a lot about some. If you give me any answer that doesn’t fit in with what I know your knee will be shattered by a bullet.”Dave looked at the photos. He recognized all of them. They were Grace, Maureen, Issac (Ike), Farmer Frank and Beth Adams... The interview lasted only 30 minutes. The two Arabs left satisfied with what Dave had told them.Minutes later a removal van.