Nowhere to live, no family or friends in the middle of cold Wisconsin. If I knew one thing was I didn’t want to be homeless in that cold place so I ...tarted walking. Headed south with a back of clothes and a bottle of water. A trucker Big Bill picked me up and took me to Iowa. He was a nice guy. Didn’t want anything weird and fed me. He was the only person who didn’t want anything from me. I walked into Illinois and met another trucker he wanted to take me to California and that would have been. . ', oh and I guess a sign of the times, ' Allah fucks little g***s, praise Allah ...'! Looking around I see a message that sparked my interest, ' Bi bloke, BIG THICK UNCUT cock, heavy pre-cummer, heavy spunker fantasy about dad/son. Discreet ...' And there was a mobile number alongside it. Feeling decidedly rash I typed out a message, ' Disabled bloke, can't do too much but desperate for some thick hot daddy spunk to glaze my face like I was daddy's boy-slut '. I hesitated, finger poised over. They could hear the old monk behind them and every now then they could hear the swish of the cane through the air as if the monk was practicing his stroke.The Abbot was savouring every moment."Bend over the desk,side by side,Oliver and Natasha," the Abbot said,and watched with ever increasing excitement as both of these errant individuals done as he ordered.When they were positioned over his desk the old Abbot approached and placed the cane across Oliver's bottom.Oliver moved a little."If you. " Tony... I'm sorry again for... for not being honest with you. You see I was worried and not sure of..." I shook my head, "No, I was scared. I thought you were not a nice person and that Brad was in trouble and... Yes, I was not looking forward to coming here. That is the truth. I still am not sure how I feel really, but I do know that I am hungry and whatever that smell is I know I want to eat." I batted my eyes playfully hoping the humor wouldn't be lost.He responded with a smile and his.