He was essentially a pretty boy in his late twenties; slim and dressed in designer wear. He had a smarmy disposition and I instantly found him irritat...ng. Yevgeny, however, was rough and rather unattractive, but very sexy. He had been in a serious motorcar accident a few years before that had scarred his face was rather severely. He also did not share his brother’s penchant for labels and was attired in ordinary garb.After our initial chitchat, it became abundantly clear that Dmitri and I were. Is everything alright?”“I just twisted my ankle in gym class. It’s much better now.” Candy replied. Mr. Hardin spoke up “Her ankle is much less swollen now than it was when she got to class. I massaged it a little and she was about to put her weight on it for the first time when you walked in.” Mr. Cockburn said, “Carry on.” Then left the room.Candy took a few steps tentatively, then said, “I think it’s alright now. Thank you.” Before she could leave the class room, in a quiet voice, he asked,. ” Melissa Turner was mildly amused by her grandson’s feisty nature. “Don’t get testy; we’re just trying to get information here. We sent you up there, you had your little fling, and now you are back home. What do you plan to do with your little girlfriend? Is she going to stay here, too? How about the other three? Do you have room enough in your bedroom for four women?” “Grandmother, you have things backwards. They aren’t staying here. I’m staying there. Right. My severely bound and spiked penis was hopping wildly on top of my corseted lower body, spreading copious amounts of pre-come and the pain produced by the spikes converted into the most delirious pleasure, making my mind float somewhere a couple of yards outside my body. I could feel through her sex, that her body was wildly heaving on top of me when without warning she opened her sacred font fully, flooding my mouth and face with a never ending stream of her hot golden piss. At that very same.