It was too late though. I couldn't move. Then I felt his warm spit in my asshole. I knew what was coming next and I braced myself and begged he took i... easy this time. My ass still wasn't used to having a cock in it, especially not one as huge as his. As soon as I said this though he grabbed my head by the back of my hair and picked it up. He told me to stare into the camera again. Then he slammed his whole cock deep and hard into my ass. I screamed in pain and started crying. The audience. “After all, it was you who started it, was it not?” I stumbled over my words, long out of practice with this song and dance, but my anger and frustration driving me to respond. He was cheeky, smooth and I felt the long forgotten tug of lust curl deep inside me. “I suppose you’re right. I was in a mood and you happened to respond to my teasing. I couldn’t help myself.” “Nor could I, honestly. I do enjoy winning, so it makes it all the more sweeter, if you ask me,” he dropped his right eyelid in. I was wide open, and the ten yard pass turned into a sixty yard touchdown.After the game, Claude got his first taste of the Pietto's cooking. It was love at first bite. We all cracked up when he found out Cheryl was their daughter and immediately asked "Can you cook?"The weekend was constant training, broken only by brief interludes for meals and one reasonably long ride. We had a competition shooting from horseback, and I got the only victory over Claude that I would probably ever receive. I. I had laid the card on the table beside the computer and sat down with my coffee cup in both hands. I stared at the envelope, willing it to provide me with some answers about the man who had sent it, but the envelope remained mute. I pushed it from my mind again … like I had been forced to do many times during the day … and began to record the story Jackson had just relayed to me. Without conscious effort images began to form in my mind … as I looked up from the computer a man softly entered my.