“And I won't lie, when you were down on your hands and knees a few minutes ago.”“You said 'wouldn't turn me down'.” She smiled. “If I offere... something, you mean?”“Well, I guess.”“Offered what?”I stared blankly. She was trying to make me say something I didn't think I should say.“If I offered myself? You wouldn't turn me down?”“Honestly, probably not.” There, I said it.“If I offered to have sex with you? Right here, right now?” It was at this point that my cock straightened and shifted in my. . Taking care of people in the middle of a war. Their stoic manner; really good press back home. Good press anywhere, really. Takes the focus away from the british involvement, too. Wins points with my editor."The brute looked at him as if examining a weird kind of exotic fly; it was a distant, focused stare. "Politics, journalists. Same shit, eh?" he said suddenly and laughed out loud all alone, his laughter echoing faintly in the relative silence of the monastery's courtyard."Just doing my. I looked over her shoulder. I said nothing. I leaned in. And kissed her nipple.She gasped.I kissed her other one.She gasped.I cupped one of her boobs. And started sucking on her nipple."OH God. Oh God," Lindsay said.I slid my hands across her chest. Down her stomach. Across her panties. And I started gently rubbing."God. Oh God," Lindsay said.She moved her hands. Across my chest. Down towards my waist. I knew I was already hard. But she didn't go there.Instead she slid her hands up my shirt.. Totally blinded by tears I screamed and hollered in desperation:?Can’t you see that he is whipping the life out of me! Why aren’t you doing anything? Please, help me?? Seconds after, the sharp rod once again bit deep into my buttocks, this time right across the cut of the previous lash. From my throat came a guttural sound and I could feel that my skin has been broken so that blood was trickling down my thighs.I must confess that he was a master of art in the use of whip and rod. All the time.