”I felt like I looked like shit. I had been gagging already. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, because I had already felt like I was cho...ing, but I said, “Don’t go too hard, OK?” He said, “That’s my girl,” got back up and slid it back into my mouth. He was working my clit like crazy, shoving deeper and deeper, still with my arms trapped leaving me helpless to control anything. He was slamming my throat over and over. I was gagging, slobbering, trying to scream, but he kept going. . The amount of detail in it was impressive. Do you do research for your work, if so how much and do you find it a chore?(Darkside) Yeah, I did loads of research for "Incubus". Had a few chats with a coroner about effects of axe wounds and bleeding. Good job they knew me, otherwise they'd have got worried!Much of "Fury" was research. A good way to expand the mind.(Paul1954) It shows!(Darkside) Thanks!(*Wendy-J) I'd like to believe "Fury" was a long time in the writing and that you struggled with. I am only annoyed about a bankrupt of Trieste." Really? Does it happen to be Jacopo Manfredi?" Exactly so. Imagine a man who has transacted business with me for I don't know how long, to the amount of 800,000 or 900,000 francs during the year. Never a mistake or delay--a fellow who paid like a prince. Well, I was a million in advance with him, and now my fine Jacopo Manfredi suspends payment!" Really?" It is an unheard-of fatality. I draw upon him for 600,000. francs, my bills are returned. Back at the shack, I discovered that the bonus virtually doubled my income from the holiday. I sat quietly with June, sipping an espresso, still naked, going back over the events of the last few weeks. She gave me some thoughts of what we might do, if I would be good enough to allow Joan the pleasure of my company the next year. As I reflected on these suggestions, my cock stiffened again. Noticing my situation, she told me it was time to reward "the little fella". She tenderly grasped my cock.