So now you know the rest of the story.’ My revelation had left Tom looking ready to pop. ‘Wait, Jack! How could that happen? I mean, how does some...ody kill a guy who’s got a submachine gun? This sounds like something out of a Tom Clancy novel.’ ‘Yeah, it kind of felt that way, too. But Tom Clancy was nowhere in sight, so it was up to me. I’ll tell you exactly how it happened so you’ll see that it’s not made up and it’s not magic. I was in my car, backed up against a wall, facing out. I saw the. The recently decapitated Baron, like his father, treated his serving wenches as nothing better than whores. They were his mere playthings from whom he demanded sexual favours whenever he wished and paid no regard at all to their own desires. Only the barest rags were ever allowed to cover the wenches in his service and he took pleasure in their humiliation.The Baron was one who believed that just as he owned every ox, sheep or swine in his estates, so too did he own the villeins and serfs who. That in itself was an improvement as she looked horrified about mastarbating years before. I believe that is where the friend helped out. She began to crave more and more sex and masturbated at least once a day. She especially liked getting off to stories of interracial sex. At first, she would try to hide what she was reading, but finally admitted that she her biggest fantasy was to have sex with a black man. She had a worried look on her face when she told me, but I think she was pleasantly. I get nervous and tell her, well I’m not a woman you see in a very shy voice. She says well let’s see anyway as she puts on a pair of white gloves. I nervously take off my panties thinking they are going a bit far for a joke, but if they want to play, I’m in. I put my pantys on the table next to me so I reveal my cock at full attention. The nurse smiles and says ohhhh... ok let’s get you checked out. I’m thinking what is she going to do?? She lubes up to fingers and slides it in my ass. After a.