. The Prayers of Suspension, my favorite... My childhood... It seemed like another life. A part of me was still needed in the cave. I lowered my metab...lism as quickly as I could, reducing my bio-signature. The other part of my mind drifted in the Prayers, back to my boyhood monastery. I returned to the memories of my martial arts training, my favorite kata when I was ten years old. It seemed so simple now, but how I worked on it in my youth, diagramming the needed body positions over and over. "You'd do whatever I commanded?" he asked "Yes" I replied and another slap followed "Is that how you answer me you fuckin' whore?' he then asked. Looking at him intently' "Yes master, this fuckin' whore would love to be your fuckin' whore wife" I said loud enough for Joe to hear. Again another slap followed and then he grabbed hold of my hair and holding my head firmly in place, began slapping my face harder with back and forth movements. The pain seared through my face as he spit on my face. She was a velvet glove, a warm, slick haven of delightful sensations, and I groaned as she pushed forward, taking me deep before she tensed her powerful muscles, squeezing the length of my aching cock.“Fuck, you’re so tight! God, that feels incredible.”She locked her lips on mine, stifling my words as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. When we came up for air, she said, “Of course I’m tight! Your cock feels as thick as my forearm, for god’s sake.” She groaned. “Damn, that burn… it feels so. Jean Pierre is very good and obviously very experienced.After watching Jean Pierre lick Kerri to orgasm three times and Kerri blow him while I masturbated and teased my cock, I am very ready for sexual release.His tongue and lips on my cock and his fingers teasing my balls in combination is sexual magic.Jean Pierre stops sucking and blows on my cock.“Want me to bring you off now?”Without waiting for an answer he takes the head of my cock in his lips and uses his thumb and forefinger along the.