I was listening to some music, and kind of dancing around to it. I got down on my knees and on all fours to clean under the furniture holding the TV, ...hich I hadn't cleaned in a long time. It took about a minute, which passed by fast as danced a bit to the music. I was about done, when I looked up a bit, and saw the TV screen reflecting Bill sitting in the couch behind me, looking at my ass. He noticed I saw his reflection, so he grabbed the paper and pretended to be reading it. I acted like I. I also tell him how I want it beaten and folded back on itself for thousands of layers first. He’s surprised by that, but he sets to and beats the metal. I also explain the need to often place it back in the forge for forge welding. He nods at the instructions.With Harry working on one sword outer layer I extract the other bar and lay it in the forge to keep it hot for Harry while telling him it gets the same process. I pour a softer steel into the two long bar moulds. These don’t get as much. They only present the facts they like, report their own wild speculations as truth and try to spin rumor into something the public will accept as reality. They're part of the reason journalism is considered to be dead. But just because journalism is dead doesn't mean there are no true journalists left.5:00 am; Friday.A blaring alarm woke Hannah Hancock from her slumber. With a slap and a grunt she had silenced the clock and risen from her bed. The young woman shuffled to her bathroom bleary. I closed my eyes in relief. We both knew it was the right thing to do. It was for the best, for both of us. It was certainly the best for me, of that there was no doubt.I had teased him for weeks, months even. When the time came, he still doubted whether he should fuck me or not. At one point I almost pleaded with him; pushing his mind ever closer to the point of no return. He knew that I wanted his cock alright and every moment we had together I made it obvious. So obvious he couldn’t hold.