He accused me of being trying to him and brought his crop to bear hard upon my face, whilst I stood near him, unawares of his intent to do me any harm... Forewarned after the first, I moved backwards to avoid another blow. His horse, perhaps from nerves at the smell of my blood, moved about in such a manner as to dislodge the barge from its purchase on the bank. I pulled on my rope to send us out further in the river, thinking that he would then unhorse himself, to try to steady his skittish. My mouth began to water, I wanted desperately to know what his pre-cum tasted like, I was extremely turned on at that point. Without a second thought, I leaned down and licked the head of his hard cock. "Oh shit, yes, yes, now you got it honey. Yes, lick me, taste my pre-cum, lick it up honey", the old man whispered, his breathing faster and faster. I found I liked the taste, slightly salty and warm on my tongue, I lapped him like a cat drinking milk. I moved my lips over the head of his cock,. You may copy and distribute this story in any fashion, as long as you makeno changes.Chapter One -Jasper Duquesne and Richard Banks were in their tent near thearcheological site in Sudan. It was hot.It was always hot here, day, night, it hardly made a difference, the heatwas stifling. Jasper watched Richard across the tent as he examined atray of artifacts gathered from today's efforts - some pottery shards, afew bone fragments - they appeared to be finger bones to Jasper - and alone, ragged. " Dad, please don't." Shut up, young lady, you need to learn when to speak and when to listen,now is the time to listen."He shoved my head down and my ass up over his lap, he SMACKED my bottom,WHACK. My butt burned after than one, it was the hardest I had ever beenhit in my entire life, well until about five seconds later WHACK.Another blow rang down across my bottom, shockingly hurting more than thefirst one. I was at this point on the verge of tears after only twostrikes. Hoping my.