"No, the other way." Sam turned around and sat down, with his back to Harl's chest. Harl reached around Sam's waist and grabbed his cock, and Sam t...ok hold of Harl's long pole. Sam could look down and see them both, with the bigger man sticking way out. They both started to stroke each other; Harl reached up and pinched Sam's nipple with one hand.Harl said, "This feels good, but don't cum yet, I want it in my mouth," to which Sam said, "The feeling is mutual. I haven't eaten another man's. I waded across the shallows of the valley river and continued north. It was evening when I walked out of the forest.Before me in a clearing leading into the pass were two large trees stripped of limbs. Tied between them was a naked teenage girl. I looked around and then studied the ground and saw large tracks and prints. I snorted as I started pulling the mule again, “stupid people.”The girl had been crying and looked up as I came closer. She sniffed and glanced around while trying to speak.. She looked himover as she adjusted the straps. It wasn't a training bra, this wasa small "B" cup, done in white nylon with a pretty feminine lace trimand the rose petal applique that was sewn between the cups. Hisbreasts were in fitted properly but it would take a bit longer withhim on hormones for him to completely fill the cups. Madge stillbeamed at his progress.A few minutes later Madge had him undressed and in the six strapgarter belt, a pair of opera length sheer, seemed beige. Like magic!"The dip wad was stoned enough to actually buy that line of psycho-crap. He was nodding and sniffling, the snot glistening as it streamed down into his mouth. Damon took out a stack of paper copier paper, removing the top sheet. The one with his fingerprints on it."Tell you what, why don't you try it. Why don't you write 'Fuck the bitch' on the paper?" he said. "Here, use my pen." He handed him an everyday BIC pen. It would be untraceable.He watched while the fucker wrote it out. It.