"You know what I think, I think you like it." I then caressed her face, just lightly running my fingers down her cheek. "Go ahead, tell me to stop," ...To my surprise, she actually leaned toward me until her lips were only inches from mine. "How do I know you would? Maybe I should just scream for help. You'd have a very hard time explaining this, wouldn't you? I don't think you've got the balls." By this time, she was really getting inside my head. I had no idea what kind of insane game she was. I was sweating, gritting my teeth, breathing heavily, and producing more pre-cum than I had thought possible. My balls ached. My cock ached. My body jerked, shook and twisted. My fingers held tightly to the chair arm; every muscle in my body tensed. Sarah brought me to the edge several more times. Again, I asked her to let me cum so we could move on to her needs. She wanted me to say “please”. I did. She wanted me to beg. I did. Despite my pleading and begging, she did not stop, bringing me. I'm not saying that she cooked the healthiest foods, but as far as taste went, she couldn't be beat. I sat down to a breakfast of biscuits and gravy, bacon and eggs, hash browns, and buttered toast, topped off with a big glass of milk. This was one thing that I had always envied about my brother-in-law. There were many times that I thought about how lucky he was to be eating like a king while I was having to eat my own cooking.Those thoughts got me to thinking about maybe making a relationship. There were some hyenas sneaking around. There had to be some dead carcass somewhere close. I stood on the seat and used my scope to look around. Sure enough, a cave lion had a bison down and was eating away. I figured that I could help it out by cutting down on the hyena population. I sighted on the nearest one and blew its head off. I spied another one and shot it as well. This was actually allowing my built up anger to dissipate. I started shooting at any one of them I saw. Pretty soon there.