That’s what you said, isn’t it, Rick? You said you wanted me to tell you when to cum.” “Yes. Tell me when to cum.” He stood unbidden, his ar...s open wide, humping the air with all the strength he could muster. “Not yet. Don’t cum yet.” This was too enjoyable. Anger was driving. “Your balls are full of cum, aren’t they? Hump the air!” “Yes!” “Your dick and balls hurt, needing to cum, don’t they? Hump the air!” “Yes!” “Beg. Hump the air!” “Please! Please let me cum!” He humped the air even faster,. "The article continued in a jingoistic vein before concluding with the news that John Reynolds would shortly be joining the Royal Navy, after recovering from 'his ordeal'. Beth handed the newspaper back to her father. "It is him, isn't it?" he said. "Yes, Daddy," Beth replied. " It's Jack, all right. In fact, it's Jack all over."August 1942The small grey ship inched its way up the Mersey to the naval dock. Another Atlantic convoy over. More 'tools to finish the job', as Churchill had called. I told John to look for me at about nine.Mary was one of the most beautiful women I had ever known, she was always a lady and had never acted as if she could get the least interested in any man other than John. I realy thought I would be taking tame pictures of Mary with all of her clothes on and a few cheese cake poses with lots of her pretty legs showing.I had a shower and shaved and spent the late afternoon and early evening with Fay. I got home and fixed a snack and went to bed early. The. The tension in my spread thighs, up on my toes is beginning to hurt as much as my punished skin.The cane is such a vicious tool, so precise, so biting. Taking in the plumpness of both cheeks in one stroke, leaving a burning welt to rise from reddened flesh. It bruised me so badly last time the linear marks were still clear on my skin.Over and over the bamboo swished down onto my flesh, seeming to land repeated on the same spot. I swore I wanted the skin to break just to relieve the pain of the.