She was my Sidney Poitier, who took me from crayons to perfume. To her, with love. Me? I was her wing man (girl?), proud and grateful. I met her at th... West Hollywood Pride Parade in 2009. Even after the parade was over and the streetlights illuminated the advancing night, the crowd was heavy, with all manner of homos milling about, the sexuality thick in the air. A band played in a parking lot and I headed there. I was supposed to meet up with a friend by the bandstand, so I waded in, trying. Ron climbed on top of her stomach and inched his way up to her head. His knees were just under her armpits and while I held her arms in place, "Suck my cock" I heard him tell Laurie as he took hold of his cock and ran it across her lips. She refused to open her mouth as Ron kept rubbing his cock cross her face. "Suck his cock Laurie" I said to her "You'll like it" I added, already knowing how good Ron's cock tasted in my mouth and how great it felt when he fucked my mouth. She continued to balk. There was no smile on his face, he wasn’t joking. “I’ll scream,” she tried to bluff him.„I hope you will, it makes me get so much harder. That is almost as much fun as fucking you.” He was ready for her, knowing just what she would do. It wasn’t his first time doing this. She tried to get past him, but his hand was out before she even reached him. He grabbed her and threw her to the ground.“EEEWWW!” She cried out when her naked knees sc****d painfully on the hard ground. She tossed along the. Not for him was there any intention to reciprocate the fealty extended to him. He never promised nor provided any protection or kindness. The English peasantry in his service were his to dispose as he felt fit and the young Baron followed his father's example in his dereliction of any duty towards those living within his estate.In any case, he was unable to provide the protection the serfs most desired. The greatest source of their misery and the cause of their most bitter complaints had always.