Injuries were inevitable. I didn’t duck away fast enough and a swing hit me. I think I prelled a rib or something. At least, it did hurt pretty bad....The idiot I was, I brushed it off. It‘s nothing, I said and went back out there on the sand. Akin was training, too. He saw the pain when I tried to lift my arm. He asked me if I was hurt and told me that I should focus on healing rather than fighting. Of course, he was right but I was too proud and had too much fear to admit it. If I can't fight,. Blue eyes, and cute nose sitting above those thick lips. And her body was crazy to look at. Slender and lean with enough definition, the tiniest waist with a thick booty, and legs that were just as thick to follow. All of this was topped off with that caramel skin from head to toe. A boob job a year ago didn’t hurt either.The guys and I see her 5 days a week, but for me, there’s an extra hour on those days, working out with her at the gym early in the morning or right after work wraps up. Point. WHIP…… I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Becyk’s welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky, crying into her panty gag, her small shoulders shaking a little with each sob. She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep intothe plump flesh of her trim little 16 year old asscheeks.. I lean forward and run my. I suddenly had seven young men living with me. Sometimes they were in the house but more time wherever they normally spent their time. I tried to concentrate on my work, and I did get some work done, but my mind was no longer satisfied with the direction I had planned for my next novel. The love scenes now felt far too inadequate. I impulsively called my agent who setup a conference call with the publisher contact. As I talked about the change in direction I was feeling, there was a long.