. in front of strangers?"... and before youcan even get... the last word... out of your mouth.... He's alreadyfollowing up... His bitch slapping punis...ment... and sinking anothercruel... hard... black fist... deep... into your silky soft... weaklittle tummy... doubling you over... just as the last word..."strangers"... whooshes out of your mouth... the last little bit... ofsoon to be disappearing... precious clean air... in your lungs... makingthe word itself... sound incongruously.... The smell that hit me was a mixture of pine and sweat, and was almost too strong to bear. Jeb was watching me, so I didn't let on, but I had a feeling he could tell what I was thinking. I sat down in the only vacant chair and waited for Jeb to speak since it was his office."Jon, this is Jubal and Farley, the two men I was telling you about. Now, if you would, will you tell me why you changed your mind about asking for help? I know you're not healed enough to do this, so why ask now?"I. " I suppose. Shame he missed, really. Hitler dying could have shortenedthis war by months. So how does it feel to be married, and a Countess toboot?" It hasn't sunk in yet, so it doesn't seem quite real." Well you'd better get used to it, Countess, because it is real. Inpractical terms you're now no longer Helmut's 'kept woman' but the ladyof the manor, and that position is going to bring certainresponsibilities with it. I have to say I envy you, though. Not only didyou get to walk down the. "In the eighth grade, and it was with Tommy Peterson. We went to the winter formal dance at school and afterwards one thing lead to another. He ended getting about three thrusts in with his four-inch dick before he blew his load. It was so sad and quick, he totally left me frustrated and disappointed. We broke up shortly thereafter."She raised one of her feet up and rested her chin on her knee while sitting toward me giving me a peek down her loose shorts at her red lacy thong. "Truth or Dare?".