..Anyway, last Sunday was finally my turn. I'd decided that I would let my boyfriend go further with me this time...but not all the way. So when we we...t for our usual walk to the top of the village and sat down behind the barangay hall, I was especially excited. I'd got a new pair of panti on. We kissed and then he put his hands up my skirt and then inside my panti...and I didn't stop him this time. I let him keep on and on, and I was waiting to see what would happen next. Eventually he had. One only knows you've the power for it." She eyed his massive arms and muscular chest."That thought had occurred to me," he said. "I wondered if I was a villain in my days." He sat upon the bed. "But I don't feel like a villain." His voice was almost an appeal. "Still, I feel I have done vile things at one time or another." He confessed this part, almost as if speaking to a minister of faith.She touched his hair with her long fingers. "You were a knight, perhaps you had to do vile things in. It’s just like being a hitter, Marty – three out of ten and you’re headed for the Big Leagues.”“I’m hitting .343 and the Atlanta Braves don’t even know I’m alive,” I told him.“Bullshit!” Rollie said. “Listen, if I could hit like you, I wouldn’t be sitting around cryin’ in my beer.”“At least they let you out on the field with leather on your hand,” I said. (I was thinking, “Not that you’re anything to write home about as a catcher,” but I didn’t say anything like that, because Rollie was my. She grew confused by her mixtureof fear and carnal need. Soon, she knew, she would feel the sting of the rods,yet she could not deny the need that she now felt. His hands roamed to her sex and began rubbing her, gently. She found herselfmoaning and wishing that she could push against him. Soon, she climaxed, moaning.Instantly, her moans turned to screams as he brought the fiberglass rod acrossher ass. For the next several hours she suffered through painful orgasm after painfulorgasm. For with.