That’s where Chucky came in (no pun intended, of course).He was only eighteen, but had a great body that was certainly made to fuck a woman unti... the break of dawn.Most guys his age are usually pretty skinny or not too well-developed, but Chucky must have worked out or something, because he had the slight beginnings of a six-pack on his flat abs, along with toned arms and a very sexy, hairless chest.And the shorts he often wore never failed to conceal that beautiful ass of his…and. "Kill me then.I'm done." Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Ryan," she assured me with that deadlysmile so like a snake's. "And you're not done yet. I'm going to takeeverything that you hold dear away from you -- your money, your powerthat you hide behind, your father and his reputation -- everything thathas made you the man you are. You will suffer as you have made otherssuffer. I punish you to a life that is the complete opposite of thepampered life you knew. Hopefully it'll make you a better. Without looking at him I bent down willing myself to go through with this and untied my trainers. My hands were shaking but I slipped them off and stuffed my socks inside them. Still avoiding his gaze I stood and unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zip, and before I had time to think about it anymore I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down over my knees taking my boxers with them. My cock sprang out, already semi-hard and I sat back down quickly, leaning forward to take undo. He hastily looked back up and asked ‘How are you feeling? You still look pale.’ I could hardly tell him that my pallor was the result of four hundred years without sun. ‘I’m fine,’ I replied. ‘Just haven’t been out much I’m afraid.’ I saw his eyes were wandering again, this time down to my modest cleavage. I only saw that for a moment though because my own gaze was concentrating on his chest. ‘That’s good.’ We both stood awkwardly for a moment. Then I thought, ‘Oh what the hell’ and stepped.