Lying naked on the bed, he was propped up on two pillows, his huge, barrel-chested body seemingly covered all over with dark brown hair, which made hi... look for all the world like a bear. The hairiness of his body contrasted sharply with his clean-shaven face and shiny, bald pate, but it was the immense shaft of his manhood, lancing out from the tangle of hair, that her eyes focused on hypnotically. His penis was long and thick, unbelievably so, and she would never have entered this room, no. Smiles. Now, maybe not so bad after all.He go too bad Een, I go not so, goodby good, hello better. Riis smile me. Hand touch my hair, gentle. I press head to palm, he stroke. Riis lean down, I lift head. Warm lips touch. Almost drop books.Never feel this, really no really. With Jona-shit, sometime I sigh for luv. With Riis, heart pound, belly flutter, feel faint. So sudden. Two days back, no idea this. Now all is Riis-Riis-Riis. Truluv? Not know. More luv than ever before, ya. I no care if. She stood, looking at him in amazement. Sasha couldn’t believe it but he really seemed genuine. She wondered if there was something wrong with him, if perhaps he were a little touched in the head. As she stood, he held her hand and encouraged her to do a small turn. ‘Perfect, perfect’ he kept muttering under his breath as he watched and encouraged her to turn in front of him. ‘Um mister,’ Sasha finally found her voice. ‘I think you may be having a lend of me or something. I don’t believe you,. Several more times it slashed hertender buttocks, until, miraculously, she hadanother of those paroxysms of religiousexperience. Sobbing, she got back up on herknees and opened her mouth. Mechanically,she followed their instructions, licking,sucking slightly, bobbing on the penis. It allseemed distasteful, until she heard the roarof the Romans, felt the sand of the coliseumagainst her knees, felt the heat of thewaiting branding irons, imagined herbroken, martyr's body ascending intoheaven. .