His balls looked blueish from the lost circulation. He was a couple of inches taller and had to lean over me as he inserted himself in my tired hole. ... wasn't moaning anymore, it hurt. The man grunted and groaned as he manuevered his misshapened cock inside me. I became more vocal and cried out. This only made the man more obsessed to punish my deviant ways. He was merciless and tears were streaming down my face. The man seemed angry as I continued to cry out louder. He shouted at me to "Shut. It didn’t matter. I saw a weakness. ‘You are trained in a sacred form of martial arts.’ The man almost sounded irritated. ‘Who are you? Who trained you?’ ‘Why the hell do you care?’ ‘Please tell me before you strike me down. We both know you will.’ He spoke in a normal tone. It surprised me he showed no emotion about his death. ‘My name is Tsukiumi Akita. Trained by my Mother, Kisara Akita, named after my Grandmother, and I fight for their honor!’ I said adamantly. ‘Tsukiumi Akita?’ He drew out. You continue to pound me hard into the bed.and your breathe becomes warm against my neck. A moan escapes my lips. I tell you how bad I want you to cum inside of me. You tell me how your hard prick wants to cum in my tight ass. You force me over again and I lift my stomach from the bed much to my objection. You then tell me that you’re gonna make me cum harder and longer than ever before. I am quite resentful that you want to fuck my ass, but you say ‘ You win some, you lose some.’ I start to. They were a gift from our guest, and Freya was there to be sure I remembered my manners, so I tried some of each, and went back for seconds on several of the dishes that pleased my palate. Especially the desserts, rice pudding with pistachios, and yogurt with several types of fruit, were delicious. I scooped up the last dribbles in the serving plates with some bits of 'naan', a thin bread that had been toasted and which I also found delectable.Freya's plans included a full-body massage for.