“Who else should Wendy belong to? Answer you fucking cock sucker!” Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian’s short hair and painfully yanked his head up....“Unh! Uh...everyone? Wendy belongs to everyone. She...She should be treated like a whore. Fucked...fucked by any real man who wants her cunt.” As the words spilled out of Ian’s mouth, cum drizzled out of his pathetic cock. He wasn’t even sure where the words had come from, but they seemed to be what Grant wanted. The big man let him up. Ian stood. Almost as one we broke off the kiss, my hands grabbing the hem of his T-shirt to pull it over his head, he going to my dressing gown cord to untie it and open my front to a closer examination. I pulled my nightshirt over my head, exposing my acorn-nippled B-cup breasts to him and we closed the gap once more, naked skin to naked skin, in just undies, and I felt the warmth as his well-toned chest crushed my titties to him while we kissed once more, hugging and holding. This kiss seemed to last. A tattoo resembling a lion paw is displayed just above the side of his right eye leaves a satisfying memory of forbidden adventures. You are Cocknar the Barbarian.You are confident, coarse and versatile. Which isn't out of the ordinary for someone with an ugly past.You was born and grew up in a small family in a developing village, lived free of trouble until about 9 years old, but at that point things changed.Cocknar lost his family was they were split up after a terrible disaster and was. I unchained and unlocked the door and opened it. She smiled. “Jacob, I am so glad you are home.” The first thought that come to my head was how did this woman know my name. No one but my mom called me Jacob, to everyone else I was Jake. I invited her in and as she walked past me the smell of cigarettes and beer past my nose. “Can I help you?” I asked, sitting my pistol on the table. She turned to me with a smile, but when she turned, she wasn't the elderly lady, but the young mother whose car.