Sounds in the barn tend to travel a goodly distance as well, so conversations can be heard easily without being overly close.One morning while cleanin... the water feeders in the stalls, dad presented himself to a woman and her daughter at the barn entranceway. Since it never hurts to learn customer service skills, I paused briefly, watched and listen to dad touting the farm and our services."How do you do Ma'am," he tipped his hat at the woman as he greeted her. "Hello there little Missy,. Have a seat on the ottoman.” Her tone, again, brooked no dissent. She left her own wine glass behind in the kitchen as she strode into the living room, standing before him as he sat down on the soft, tufted, forest green fabric of the ottoman. The brief wonderment of his position, directly in front of her nearly naked form, passed through his slightly fuzzy brain, to be replaced quickly by the embarrassment of the realisation of the prominence of his erect cock, clearly visible through his. When I’m growing up I get beat up a lot. Honestly I kinda like it. Getting up close with your big, strong, sadistic bully is somehow erotic for me. I don’t know if I’m masochistic or anything but I really don’t care. I found out I was gay when I’m 9 years old and I’m watching straight porn. As I masturbate I focused my attention to the woman, how the huge cock slick down to her pussy, how she moans with pleasure. I thought to myself “How does it feel to get fucked? Does it feel good?” These are. A length of hose hung nearbyfor washing down it whatever needed washing down. "God. Oh, god," Donovan repeated as they made theirway in. AKA nodded toward the butcher's block. "That'swhere I'll take you apart." He nodded toward the freezer. "And that's whereI'll temporarily store whatever needs storing." "This can't be happening. This can't be happening." AKA walked Donovan to the center of the room andstood him over the drain. It was only then that Donovan seemed to noticethe rope dangling.