As I stand above you, I remove my pants, showing you my 9" cock. I ask you which hole you want me in first, and all you can say is "please", in a pit...ful little whimper. "Please", you say, as I laugh humorlessly, wrap my fingers in your hair and force my cock down your throat as far as it will go. Your legs are still free, and you think for a moment that maybe you could bite me, struggle away, but you're bound by fear. Sensing your thoughts, I hold your hair tighter and fuck your throat,. "I never said that," Colin corrected her. "Look, when I saw you in the driveway this afternoon, I was thrilled. And yes, I have missed you. But you're here because you want to be, not because of some kind of duty, or because someone dictates that you have to be. Dad drilled it into my head that if something comes back, it's yours, but that doesn't mean that we own each other. We're here, together, because we choose to be. That might be splitting hairs, but it's how I feel. Can you see that?". I looked at this amazing man/child, the boy I’d fallen in love with. I knew that’s what it was, now. I had gone beyond just scratching an old itch. I loved him. I had always assumed the Army would be my groom, and that I’d never be in one place long enough to forge the kind of bond that leads to getting married and having children. And, after the Army, of course, I hadn’t thought there’d ever be another man in my life. Nuns don’t get to have men in their lives. Not in that way, anyhow.I felt. It was the same color as her hair, but very short.Thinking about James had produced a strange reaction 'there'. She could feel a moistness, a heat that was pleasurable on one hand and annoying on the other. She felt that she wanted something but was unsure what. She knew what sex was. Grandfather had made her learn the how of sex when breeding and birthing the animals. She understood the mechanics well enough, but not the feelings that were whispered about among the girls.Apparently, boys, or.