It was the late 18th Century; Horatio was a very successful and prosperous farmer. He was in his late 30s and had been an expert marksman in several ...egiments, but he had gone on to acquire significant land in the Lehigh Valley of Colonial Pennsylvania. Horatio was a tall man with striking features a handsome rugged face and large strong hands. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals for his. )Pai was a lover, a wonderful all-giving woman of love, and I gave back with my own love; Mae has a boyfriend, had for some 12 years but never a word of marriage (her husband, the 2 girls’ father died long ago), but what Mae wanted from me was raw sex from a larger cock.I gave her what she wanted, when she wanted, but never chased her.The family was devastated when Pai died shortly thereafter. I wept more tears than others perhaps, for I had known her in a special way, and as I wai’d my. People have fainted from it but don’t worry, we have the smelling salts and we’re in no hurry. If you feint, we’ll stop the camera, revive you and just continue. You will feel all the pain. Let’s start shall we.” My cock is standing up vertically as promised. She pulls back the skewer to almost breaking point and waits. I can’t bear the suspense. It’s like being on a knife edge. I sort of want it to happen and don’t. I think this will hurt. She lets go and that little piece of bamboo strikes. She shivered and caught his gaze. He was smirking and deliberately trailed his fingers over her breasts before pulling back to his canvas. Up on your toes, he commanded and she felt that little flutter again, but deeper. She arched up but he shook his head. Higher. His smirk grew as she went up even further. Good. Think you can hold that for an hour? he challenged, brandishing a paintbrush, slathered with ivory paint. Uh-huh, she muttered breathlessly. Already she could feel the tension in her.