John went behind me and he pulled out my anal plug. He started licking my stretched asshole and I moaned with pleasure, feeling his nice tongue.He war...ed me he was an ass man; then he asked if I would mind him taking me in the ass. I stared again at his swollen huge cock and I smiled as I answered him that he could fuck my ass only if he was gentle there…He smiled to me and then I felt his cock head on my crack and he started pushing it inside my tight asshole. I was open but not open enough to. I edged my way up close to the mosh pit, but not so close I’d get trampled, and after a while two tattooed arms from behind moved around my body, the hands slipping up under my loose tank top. Soon my tits were being squeezed and my nipples were being twisted and pulled and my pussy started to drip. I think it was too crowded for anyone to notice, but I didn’t care if they did. I hoped it would never stop, but his next move was even better. Both large hands moved up under my skirt and one. If a man cannot get along with his own people, how can he serve foreigners? We learn that you are a snake-handler. At Malta, you picked up a poisonous serpent which is said to have bitten you, but you did not suffer harm. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk! You admit that while you were serving time at Rome that ‘all forsook you.’ Good men are not left friendless. Three fine brothers, by the names of Diotrephes, Demas and Alexander, the coppersmith, have notarized affidavits to the effect that it is impossible for. You don’t have it in you to punish somebody; not like my father anyway.?The man studied the woman who now ran her hands along the length of cold metal piping. He knew her games; he knew what she wanted him to do. She was deliberately challenging him. ?There are a lot of things I do differently than your father,? he replied.She smiled and looked at him. ?Do you suppose you could show me how you treat your slaves when they’re bad? Bring one out and let me see.??I don’t whip my workers for.