Jay's division wasmoved to another state and he was terminated. He found another positionin a nearby city but now we had to commute separately. Routin...ly I wouldleave work, do some shopping for dinner, go home, prepare dinner and waitfor Jay to arrive, usually about a half hour later.**********************************One night I stopped at the market as usual. I did the necessary shopping,returned to my car. I was loading my groceries into the trunk when a man,standing near the front of my car. You know and could teach." I would never do that." You would as a slave." What would I have to teach?" The same as what you were taught to become a priest but I will not have the students tortured or killed." You have to cull the feeble." Camsa and a boy named Bosma were to be culled, as you call it. I took them in. They helped me later and we found out much more about the icons. Bosma died but I think Camsa is now better than he would have been with his old master and it had to do with his. The conversation continued on the latest movies until we heard his car leave the street then Sarah looked at me. “I’m sorry, Ron. He’s a total arsehole sometimes. He thinks that any man with a smaller cock than his is fair game. I hope you don’t think that I support that type of behaviour.”“Don’t worry about it, Sarah. I’ve had worse things done to me.” I looked over at Ronnie, “Thanks, honey. I really appreciate what you did there.”“It just cancels out one of the many things that you have done. He stopped as I laid on his massage table in tears, a response I couldn’t explain. His other hand grabbed mine and he said, “It’s ok, crying is one of the things that happen, just let it out.The process continued and I continued to moan, vibrate, feel intense spasms, and my cock was soaked with pre-cum running down my balls onto the towels on the table as tears flowed out of my eyes. I don’t know how long it went on for, but I felt like if it was going to give me a heart attack or my brain.