‘But even if he does, it wouldn’t mean a thing. That boy is as randy as a Spring mare.’ Skip joined us in the house for dinner, something the pe...manent hands almost never did. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy. He remembered a little line from Star Trek. "My mind to your mind..."A lifetime of memories flashed before Preliator's eyes in seconds. He fell backwards, gasping for breath. He had become drenched in sweat in the blink of an eye, and his face had gone pale."My god... Senator Ris, I apologize for not believing you..." Preliator slowly stood up, wiping a tear from his eye. "I didn't realize... I'm so sorry. Your wife... you miss her terribly."Senator Ris nodded slowly, tears now freely flowing. " I whisper, sitting directly behind her on the bed."Neither have I. Unless you count my toys..." She flexes her fingers and her star gapes open."Is that cock hard?"My semi-erection twitches. "Not yet." Play with my feet until you're ready." Again, that commanding tone...I shuffle forward and lay the shaft on her moist feet.There's a mumbling noise in the background."What?" My mind is pulled away to my cock fucking her feet. I then focus on her spread cheeks as she shoves in a fourth. He was rewarded with another slap. ‘No,’ the man growled. ‘Not so easily. I want to fuck you like the petuh that you are. Turn around.’ Tom did that, gratefully, crouching on all fours, but a kick sent him sprawling into the mud. ‘Lie there like the pig you are.’ The guard jumped on him, knocking the wind out of him, and grabbed his balls to pull his ass up. A grunt, and the man attempted to impale him. Thank goodness, he thought, that he had prepared for this. But he was tense. In spite of.