The problem was, he was pretty sure that using his other way in front of this Army Captain could cause more problems than he had time to deal with."Ma...be I'm getting soft," he muttered to himself in English and with a fair amount of disgust with himself.He wasn't disgusted with himself for considering the more brutal path. Cody was disgusted with himself for putting his own peace of mind ahead of the safety of his students, and speed was safety in this instance.'I'll just need to hurry this as. I froze and kept my eyes shut as if I was sleeping. Mr. H's hand had slowly moved up my leg to my scrotum. As he got to my balls I felt a squeeze and rub. He worked his way to my limp dick and began to rub me. I won't lie, it was exciting, scary and suspenseful all at once. What was he doing. Did he even care if I was awake for this? Didnt seem like it. I felt my blankets move down past my waste exposing my groin area. For some reason this aroused me. To my disbelief I felt my dick getting. I beat them to death with an iron fireplace poker. I was fourteen then and I knew nothing of my mother selling herself sometimes even then to keep us alive. After that, I hired on to a Danish ship and never went back. What happened to my back came later at the hands of Englishmen. Before my mother died, I had a job working for an old Danish noble who had some money troubles himself. But he knew my family and he told me one day that my uncle had drunken himself to death one night. He taught me. He would refer to me as "My American friend" as he talked about how much he enjoyed dancing with me. His conversation was bold as he described how he enjoyed our dance floor interlude. He asked about the guy I was with and I told him he had passed out in bed. He invited me to join him for a late night walk.I walked back into room and heard the sound of snoring. I quickly donned my shirt and pants I had been dancing in, not bothering with underwear, put on my shoes and coat and headed out the.