He twisted the cypher ring on his finger and contemplated the other angles of this case. His first task was the security of the United States. He woul... stop this terrorist threat once and for all. But beyond that, Keith had hooked him with the connection between the Guardians and the typesetters’ guild. How deep did that connection go?Fry’s initiation had been little more than learning the pattern of an elaborate dance and the chanted instructions that went with it. To his knowledge, that. I was six feet tall when I was fourteen.I had always been shy, and being tall didn't help. My aunt was sure that my shyness was because of losing Mom. But I was also shy because I was gay.I don't know if it had anything to do with it, but while we were overseas, Dad worked for almost two years on a mining project for my grandfather in the Ukraine. The site was remote and the young farm girl we had for a nanny did not worry much about keeping clothes on Jason and me. She would bathe us at night,. When the men, after covering his eyes with a thick leather blindfold and dumping several buckets of lube on him, and on the floor, he tried to get up. His head still hazy, he struggled valiantly, but socked feet could find no grip at all on the slick floor and he kept falling. he grunted in his confused panic, aware of the uncomfortable stretching in his ass, his only thoughts to get up, to get that thing out of him, get the blindfold off! The deep pressure inside him built alarmingly each time. I moaned with acceptance. Three fingers and it became a little tense inside, yet enjoyable. A sudden attack of all five of them in spite of the natural barrier of vagina's cavity forced an uncontrolled scream from the depth of my lungs, "For fuck's sake, am I a vase with soup?!" Even the short nails were scratching and the accelerated course of pussy's enlargement was extremely painful. He moved his sight onto my face. I noticed a fair share of blatant satisfaction. "Be brave, girl. It's his.