His rant to Rob about needing to find a better way to connect with unpublished authors still set well with him. The only thing he'd really thought abo...t in that direction was possibly putting some of those books up online as e-books, probably with some weeding to remove the real trash but with no serious editing -- then just see what people read, with hit counters or something. That was just a first cut on the idea, and it wouldn't develop enough funds to be self-supporting, so it obviously. .. Yes, as I came in a stupendous convulsion. It felt like my body shuddered for five minutes as my prostate contracted time after time forcing huge quantities of my pent-up cum into her eager thrusting cunt. As she came down from her last orgasm and I from mine she clasped against me and held me close.Chapter 4The cuddling lasted for only a few seconds before she remembered her role as Mistress. She haughtily pushed herself off me and said, "I'm going to put on some clothes. Then I'm going to. Okay, so she’s still got it. But how much of ‘it’ did he want to see?Getting up, Linda looked herself over in the mirror. Nothing extraordinary - grey sweatpants, tight pink tanktop and loose hair over her shoulders. Her hips were wide and her ass was tight from running the marathons she did for charity. She turned to the side and surveyed her profile. Okay… he wanted more? She could do more. She flipped the camera and hit “Record”.Slowly she peeled her sweatpants from her legs and as they. ”“Such! Mean! Things!” growled Clint.I grunted as he put more pressure on my chest. I struggled to breathe. I gasped like a fish pulled out of the water. I couldn’t suck in breaths. Not with his foot on my chest. I scratched harder, spots of darkness bursting across my vision.He was going to kill me.That faggot bastard!Then he released me. I coughed, sucking in those wonderful breaths. I couldn’t pull in enough blessed air as I spasmed on the ground. My chest ached. Then Clint’s hand shot down..