“I love you,” I say. “I love you,” he replies, he’s having goose bumps now. “You see,” I say. “Yes, I do.” Another inch. “Uuhgh... uuhght.” He continues moaning. I push. We’re in, we’re deep into his beautiful body, and he’s wiggling with pleasure, yelling, chanting, “John, John, John,” and “fuck, fuck, fuck me” --- he has seen this on the internet, but the reality is much better, much better than expected. Okay, we are fucking now. Thrusting back and forth, finding a rhythm. He reciprocates. . On practical grounds, I like to be taller than my boys, but in this case the difference was an exceptional, and unnecessary, eight inches. This would be, truly, total domination. ?Let it out, into this bucket.? I placed the pail in line with the kid’s a-hole, but well below. He needed no further encouragement to evacuate. Preceded by a lewd fart, the flow was, for a few brief seconds, a jet that tinkled musically against the base of the bucket. It rapidly thinned into a steady trickle, and then. Malcolm assured me, “I’ll fist fuck you to orgasm over the page and your semen will do nicely. Jane will film it and provide witness. If you agree go into the Conference room and get on all fours on the edge of the table where I beat you.”I assumed the required position in near record time. He was still chuckling when he entered the room with Jane. She seemed a little shocked but she was reassured by him and was soon watching through the camera lens as I was signing my name.Malcolm looked. She was having a drink as I could see her armpits which looked as fair and smooth as her face, it seemed impossible that it ever had hairs. I just wanted to kiss it.After having the drink I asked her remove her clothes n lay down on her bed. She asked me follow her to her bedroom, we entered the bedroom and she first removed her spaghetti, those huge melons were finally free and hanged like a ripe fruit ready to be eaten, her big dark brown nipples looked like mountain. She removed her shorts.