He told me that a 10K was setting my sights too low and that I should be training for longer distances. I’d always made excuses that I didn’t have...time whenever I considered longer races, so this thought was new to me. He led me through a couple of short mobility exercises to do before I ran and he said he’d send me a training program for distance and a contract. He said he would see me on Saturday at the run and then next Sunday with Philip.Philip had apparently just finished getting dressed.. In the first place I'd given him my word; in the second I kind of shared his species' view of the "warlike" nature of ours, and couldn't imagine anything even approximating a reasonable reception that he'd receive if I did report him.I had Scarpia's example before me if I was in any doubt. He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when Cavaradossi won't answer immediately puts him to horrific torture. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was. I couldn’t shoot my load anywhere else and just had to point my dick onto it.Meghna: I would have licked it clean with pleasure. I just did not get the opportunity. Your thick hot cum tasted so good, when you came deep down my throat, as I blew you. I would lick it clean even off the floor.Arnav: Haha, I know Mommy! That is why I love you so much.Meghna: And, you know what? Yesterday was the first time I had my asshole penetrated. It was just your fingers, but that is the first time I have had. The restraint of his arms forces his shoulders back. His big hunky pecs push forward in the small white satin nursing bra. Sir opened the nursing flaps so he could see boys pecs, capped with long thick baby-bottle nipples, each one sticking out and slightly to the sides, like a pinup girls.Sir stands fully clothed. Except his dick is out and semi-hard, already as thick and long as a baby’s leg, and his balls hang huge and hairy. He stands close enough that his cock is almost touching Boy.Sir.