"i barely could do so, but i forced myself from my knees. i stood in frontof Him with my eyes lowered and my head bowed. i had no clue what Hewould ex...ect next. i feared the worst. He slapped me and laughed. Heslapped me again. He laughed harder. He was a true sadist. i had letthings go too far. He reached down and squeezed my testicles really hard.i started to collapse, but He held me up solely by my genitals."There is no easy out for you."The tears continued, but my breath did not. Quickly, i. She slid between my legs and shoved the gun hard into my ball sack as her mouth slid over my limp cock. Sweat was pouring out of me.“Calm down I don’t want you dead I just want your huge cock inside me” “Than please put down the gun, I will do whatever you want, I owe you that”She looked at me and hesitated then put the gun on the coffee table next to us. I closed my eyes and went hard in her mouth as it slid up and down my length. Before long she lowered herself onto me and started slamming. "He's... you, I think," Ellie said. "When I painted him, he was just... an ideal." An... ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It. She went into a kneeling position to switch it off and I knelt behind and grabbed her hips and pulled her ass onto the front of my jeans. "Please lets watch just a little more" I said. She didn’t pull away but just stayed there. The TV now showed a couple of girls with one fingering and sucking the other. Tina said "Oh I wish Bob would do that to me but he thinks it’s dirty." I was slowly running my hands up the outside of her thighs and had just about got to stocking tops when she said "You.