"Strip and then stand here," the Mistress commands and the slave promptly obeys, pulling off his street clothes and assuming an open leg stance at her...side whilst watching the Master stride over. "So this is the boy you were telling me about?" the Master asks. "Yes, he took to blowing my other boy like a proper little whore so I thought you might be able to bring out the cocksucker inside," she replies. Stepping in front of the slave, the Master grabs the boys cock and balls, weighing them. "A worry stone?" Yakhir inquired, not sure if he was insulted.His cousin shook his head slightly, "No, a 'patience' stone. You will need it: remember that the serpent doesn't strike until he is sure of the target."Yakhir tucked the stone in his pocket and took his place one step behind his uncle's right shoulder. He marched silently through the doors and down the hallway. Only the soft padding of other feet filled his ears. The Council Hall was a square room with large windows set high on all. A cock, no matter how hardOr thick, can go only so farUp an alimentary canalBefore it, arrested, must stop.My cock looked so goodBetween her rounded, nursing lips,I seek a penis of my ownNow, to kiss and lick.Tonight, the dragonIs silver-grayAgainst the azure wallAnd my white cloudsOf sunny sperm.PIZZA EYESPizza eyesAnd cheesy breath,The remnants of a feastEaten too late to taste,With beer,Poured, like urine,Fresh, from the tap,A libation betterThan eitherOf us deserveWhether for celebrationOr. Standing among the grown men wearing their Sunday best, who towered above my nine year old frame, inhaling the cigarette smoke, I could almost see Marshall Dillon gunning down the bad guy and saving Dodge City from a terrible evil with Miss Kitty by his side. To this day, almost a half a century later, why I could watch one program and not the other remains a mystery shrouded in smoke. I didn’t much care for the Friday Night blood bath. I’d rather seen Gunsmoke, but it was where I watched the.