Thornberry,” Carly said.“That’s my fault, Mom ... We were all talking and didn’t want to stop,” I said.“Well, come on down, I’m fixing s...aghetti and meatballs, your father’s favorite. You girls need to freshen up a little,” she said pointing to her own lips.She pulled me through the door, and we walked down to the kitchen. “Looking forward to another notch on your bedpost, Priest?”“That’s not fair, mom. I love you and Betty; can I help it if the family tree has so many knots I want to drill. Lying there for a while sleep did finally over take me. Upon wakening in the morning, I rolled over to see Sir still asleep on the couch. Master must be in the bedroom. I rolled back over and tried to sleep a little more only it eluded me. I laid there and relived in my mind all that had happened and thought what a wonderful weekend that Sir had given me. Happy that I was still bound but hungry because I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday I started to crave a cup of coffee. Not wanting to. Pounded despite the needle pricks of pain, for soon pleasure would spill through their crevice. He stood with his other hand pressed to the shower’s siding, calves depleted of energy, muscles numb from the once-hot-now-cold spray of water, and mind dancing the line of comprehension, strung up by the wire in the pouring rain.His cock pulsed, throbbing for release or a means to an end of the self-inflicted assault, his fingers curling against the glass. With a warning grip, pain slithered up the. " I'm 24 years old at the time.The woman explained to me that her husband had died over a year ago and that she had not had sex in all that time and was "very horny and needed a man's cock inside of her!" She explained that she was on a fixed income and could not afford the "escort charge."I was so turned on by now that I was willing to visit her for free. I had been with women a few years older than me, but one that was 42years older and so up front with what she wanted had me hard in my.