She looked at my cock. It was nearly 7″.It was 2 inch more than the normal erection at masturbation. She afraid after seeing my cock…And began to ...eep and pleading let her go home. I came near to her I was standing on the bead in front of her. My cock was only centimeter away from her face. She is sitting on the bed opposite to me and try to cover her huge breast with her hands. She was watching my cock with shivering of fear. I was very happy to see the fear in the lady of pride…I stepped. I went in and saw the altar. I was then grabbed from behind by two humans and bound. They tortured me for several days trying to find out what I was seeking when I came in. They would not believe me that it was nothing more than curiosity. They held a conclave and decided that I would be killed as soon as they could get the council together. It took a couple of weeks for them all to gather and during that time I was held in a room behind the altar. I almost escaped twice but was held by some. There words were far too soft for my little ears, and the baby sitter scooped me up and ran from the room, lest I hear and understand.Later...Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost. ‘If she’s in bed she probably never got up this morning, so she’s wearing what she slept in?’ he mused. He pictured fleece pajamas, then shorts with a tee, then a long nightshirt (maybe with nothing underneath?) and that led his wandering hand closer to the slightly twitching bulge that was now in his boxers. ‘Now that,’ he imagined, ‘would be a sight.’ He gently ran his free hand over his hardening shaft, closing his eyes so he could imagine his new fantasy better. Emily was standing at the.