He smeared it all over my face as an extra insult. I could feel blood running down the insides of my thighs and suddenly felt like I would pass out. �...�Be back in a bit Bitch’ Adrian snarled. What had I done to deserve this? He left me in the freezing cold stone shed. My pussy throbbing intensely, and this was just the beginning. Adrian returned, this time he had a big knife in his hand and my eyes grew wide with fear. As he approached me and i began to shake my head almost hysterically, . I was turned on, as usual, I also got into underwear as the oil should not touch any dress. I started applying in on her , each time I touched her my dick arose like a tower. Her luscious body and my oily hands glided over.She was giggling as my hands went over her navel and all, it was almost like I was fucking her. She saw the infection was more in her private parts and thank god. Because now I could see them revealed.She hesitantly removed her bra and panty, now my dick was ready to fuck. "Come on, little boy. Little faggot suck-boy. Get me hard."I lifted my mouth of his cock. "Calling me names doesn't do anything for me," I said."For either of us," my wife warned."Never mind," he said, rolling on to the bed and presenting his asshole to me. "Start rimming me. Show your Daddy how good you eat ass." Not my thing," I said."Get your tongue down there, you queer little whore." Not my thing," I repeated. "And I think I made it pretty clear about being called names." I was smiling and. ”“God! I’m glad that some of that is over. Painting the mural was exciting, but I felt like I was in a panic half the time. School seems so much easier now.”“It should. You’re twenty-one now, Tony.”“Wow. That makes it sound like I’m an adult and could possibly win the affection of a gorgeous runway model,” I laughed.“You could get lucky.”“I had kind of an epiphany when I was preparing for World’s,” I said. “You got there first. I’m not going to be a pro racquetball player. Maybe not even a.