I kicked and covered my ass with my hands. “Put your hands up! Now!” I begrudgingly did as he asked. My crying had resumed and I could see the wet...stains from my tears on his sheets.CRAAACK!!! CRAAACK!!! CRAAACK!!!It was more that I could take. I was gasping, crying out, and trying to breath as he whipped me. My legs kicked and I gripped the sheets with my hands as hard as I could. “OOOOWWW! It hurts!!! OOWW!”“You’re doing great Jason. One more, before we move on to the last part.” What did he. He is nearly four score years now but still has a silver tongue when he minds to use it. I have had this story, too, from other men. It is so true of the King that no man should doubt it. I say this, even if it be a sin, it is good to write of the matters of men once in a while. May God forgive me, but the Lives of saints can be tedious work for the son of a bard! Rhodri op Kernow In the Year of Grace Nine Hundred and Thirty One Author’s Note Athelstan is perhaps the most obscure of the old. She sounded really hot. She said she felt really lonely. She said that her husband would come in 2 days time and that she cannot call me then. I felt very sorry 4 her. 2 my surprise she asked me 2 come 2day itself 2 her house. She just said that we can explore n cut the phone.I was really excited. I called her back gave a big kiss n said that I would b coming by the next train 2 chandigarh I was really exited of what was going to happen in the next 10 hrs. I picked up the next train. I felt. And unlike with the others I couldn't breathe with his cock in my throat. But I was so fucking proud of myself!I let him go as he gasped, "I'll be a son of a bitch!"He slowly pulled his cock free of my throat and I took a deep breath and pulled him back down into my throat. It was a little easier this time and it seemed like every time after that it got a little easier. It still hurt a little. But it didn't hurt any more than a good hard pinch on the nipple. And I liked that.He didn't finish.