"I walked away without another word. I went straight to my tent, crawling in and collapsing on my bedroll. I barely managed to unbuckle my chest piece...before I passed out.I didn't hear anything for the rest of the night, but my subconscious must have been listening, because when the song I'd chosen was played in the tent next to mine, it haunted my dreams. I couldn't remember the images when I woke, but the melody of Shania Twain's "It only hurts when I'm breathing" was stuck in my head.Hope. Very tight. Had the but plug not been in noname’s ass for the last hour or so, he doubted that he would have gotten in. He slowly pushed in until he was all the way in. Noname felt as if a post was being shoved up his ass. Gena had fucked him in the ass with a dildo, but this was different. This was a real cock. He had fucked a few women in the ass but had never thought about what they felt. He didn’t like it. It was not a pleasant feeling. He tried to ignore it and concentrate on licking the. " my brother hissed loudly, gritting his teeth against the pain."You bastard ... I love you!"SLAP!!"I-I'm ... Sorry..." Our slave was panting, his eyes wet and his cock was moving around, bobbing up and down from the hard stinging slaps it was getting."Sorry?" Cheryl snorted derisively. "What does that mean?"SLAP!!"I love you!" my brother gasped.The blows were not so hard as I feared, but very soon the skin was going to break, I was sure of it. He had welts now, rising hot and white, small. It came apparent that the driver's seat was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.All I had to do was remember the number of the estate car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and sprang upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man."State your business!" I said."Whup," the rogue said, a familiar rogue indeed."Brabbinger," I gasped, "What is the meaning of this?" Ah, oh, ee,".