“No, I don’t,” I insist, or more, refuse.“I can’t do this to you!” His reply is sharp, though he tries to keep his voice down.“Isaac, we...��ve been over this.”“I know, again and again, but we both know why this has to end.”“Isaac, please,” I beg, grasping at his hand. My adrenaline wells furiously, like whitewater rapids, threatening to burst from my numb body. My heart is rising so fast it’s practically in my throat, joining where my stomach already went.He pulls his hand away, and I start. She was a counselor in training for her church and was there the entire summer for all eight weeks. The second week there she went skinny dipping with some of the other girl counselors. The boy counselors took their clothes and made them come up on shore, show off their bodies, and beg for their clothes back. Well the begging involved letting all of the boy counselors feel their breasts and pussies then sucking one of the boy’s penises until he cum. Most of the girls spit the cum out but Jerome. "Thank you, Dr. Harper. Thank you very much indeed!"She headed for the bathroom. Lying prone and semi-conscious, I managed to stammer out a warning to try to keep as much semen inside her as possible. This was the sixth time in less than twenty-four hours that I'd had my balls drained, and I didn't know how much magic had been left in them. Enough, I hoped. Or did I? Repeating the dose wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, after all.We had a polite, civilised drink before she left, with a. I was glad I wore a heavy jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilated shaft of sorts.The tunnel soon opened into a large room. I was awe struck as the room was filled with oil paintings and artifacts that seemed very old. My mind was in shock at what I was witnessing and of all the things laid out before me. I wasn’t thinking in terms of wealth or value but in wonder of what all this stuff was and where did it come from and why was it hid here and not being.