Tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed apology after apology at me. "It was just a joke, baby. Nothing happened!" became her mantra.I noted ...hat Roger was unconscious now, so I dropped him like the sack of shit he was. He was still breathing, so I knew I hadn't killed him ... yet. I was admittedly still debating whether or not to do so."Give me your cellphone. I need to call 911, and you're crying too much to be coherent." I said it in a calmer tone of voice, and held out my hand to. Only the higher privileged classes could afford it to be taught how to write and read.With this era coming to an end, legend and myth might turn to reality again.Back in the old days the order never was short aspirants and supplies, the number of deaths and persons leaving is greater than the persons joining the order since at least 20 years. According to the scriptures of the order it lost over 400 men in those twenty years, and only 184 joined the ranks.The sun stands just over the horizon,. Although (to me, at least) David Hooks was every bit as "interesting" as any of the many interesting men my father and mother had brought into my orbit, I was certain that Mom -- and, especially, Dad -- would take a dim view of him.Dave was, after all, a small-town Midwestern boy with an undergrad degree in who-knows-what from a little-known public university in Alabama."Alabama." I already could hear my father's voice, pronouncing the word. It would be said in a sober, neutral, non-judgmental. “Taste your ass!” I demand as I make her suck it. She moans as I slide my cock in and out of her mouth, but I soon get bored of it. I pull my cock out of her mouth and walk to closet and open it and begin to look around. I soon find what a few good length of rope and walk back to her. “Ever been tied up?” I ask her. “No, but I am willing to try anything.” She says. I grab her wrists and wrap a bit of rope around them and then do the same to her ankles. I scratch my chin and look up, spotting.