Tristan reached back with a dainty hand, and gently teased the Count'serect manhood with a light touch. He hovered just above the man, thetip barely ...razing his rectum. Tristan grabbed the penis, and loweredhimself onto the Count.It was so different than the rape. Tristan had half expected pain, butthere was none to be felt. There was only pleasure. It was similar tothe pleasure he had felt when making love to a woman, but oh sodifferent. He lowered himself all the way down, and sat there. "Earl said, "I am beginning to think that too I am beginning to think itwasn't by accident. By the way, that book I was working on it has beenpublished."Regina said, "Really?"Earl said, "Yes they are at the local bookstore."Sam asked, "What book?"Regina said, "Earl through audio recordings wrote a book of his familyhistory when it comes to that motel."Sam said, "I would love to read that."Melonie said, "Me too. I knew I should have never walked into thatmotel."Earl asked, "You stayed in that. He was commandofucking me!! All the way in and all the way out on every thrust. I had to take it because this is what I wanted, to be roughly used by hard menwhile dressed as a sissy slut.The skull fucker then let me off his raging meat to gulp some air. But I only got a half breath because I was thrust forward back onto his cock as the 8 incher powerfully rammed home again. Thwap!, his giant balls slapping my sissy balls utterly dominating me. By then the pain eased and I was startingto feel. I should be able to make my own decisions, but I don’t have tickets and I heard that they were all sold.”I told him that I already had tickets and that I would be able to pick him up and take him back home afterwards. He told me that tonight he would tell his parents that he was going and talk to me again the next day at lunch. I was elated. I don’t think I really noticed anything else the rest of the day until I was at the baseball game that night. It was the last game of the year and I hit.