He walked to the other side of his desk and pulled out an inhaler. “sorry, my asthma acts up when I get nervous…its just…your so pretty…i…we...l um nevermind, I should get back to work”“should I go? Sir?” still smiling flirtaciously “by now I’m sure Daniel has set up your desk and computer right outside of my office door. I hope you like it. To hesitate to put you own style into it”“ok mr. carter” I stroked his hair and then leftMy desk was simple but I guess I could get used to it. I kind of. I need to talk to Francisco first." He hesitated a moment before saying, "Jorge, I'll be telling Francisco some things that you can't know about. If you knew, it would put you in danger. I'll take you in with me, but when I get to the sensitive information, I'll have to ask you to leave. Please don't take offense when I do that." I understand," Jorge said with a nod. "All holy men carry other's secrets." I'm not really a holy man," Caleb said guardedly. "You know that, don't you?"Jorge chewed. No mention of men attacked at home by their wives or girlfriends. They do exist. These ‘battered men’. It may seem laughable but it is not. You may know a man who is being physically or emotionally abused by his wife or girlfriend at home. He doesn’t let it show. He hides it. Often, he is in deep denial. He may cover up bruises or scars. Yet he suffers. Like the female victims of domestic violence suffer, so do the male victims. The female victims can defend themselves against their batterer. He moved my hands away and fingered me himself. It was beyond intense. I kept moaning, not realizing it. I came, again, all over his fingers. “Your ass is so tight.” Alan thrusted. “It feels so good.” I met his thrusts with my own. “I am gonna cum,” Alan screamed, just about leaning his torso on my back. “I want to shoot this load in your ass. “Yes,” I screamed again. “Fuck me! Let my ass have all that cum.” My own dirty talk was erotic enough to make me just a little wetter. As Alan shot.