"You know better than to refuse me." Then Istoppered his mouth with a kiss. I jammed a third finger into his assand worked them in an out, greasing hi... tight butt.Robin groaned around my tongue in his mouth.I rolled onto my back and pulled Robin on top of me. I positioned hisass over my hard cock. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Do it, Robinand your life in my house will be unending joy and pleasure. Refusethis and I will make your life a living Hell. I'll use a searing hotiron to brand. "I heard him set his phone down on the credenza. He grabbed my head withboth hands and shoved his cock into my throat. "Damn! That's what I'mtalking about," he said. He started fucking my throat and I tried tobreathe through my nose as best I could. "This is what a cocksuckingsissy faggot's mouth is good for!"He pulled out and I drew deep ragged breaths. He fiddled with his phoneon the credenza for a minute, then hobbled away. He stepped out of hisshorts and underwear, leaving them in a pile on. ‘I going to cum Sir, I, I, I, I’m cumming.’Pulling out of me, he caressingly wanked his wet cock, ‘My god Dee, you are beautiful when you cum. I can see your cunt contracting, searching for my cock.’I then started squirting, wetting both of us. When I stopped spurting, he filled me and fucked the living daylights out of me. I came another two times and yes, another one was coming, they all seemed to roll in one after the other. I felt your cock twitch. You gripped my hips hard grunting and. Always well dressed, about 12 kilos overweight, hair getting thinner, and always doing the 'right and proper' things. Member of the church council, free mason, chairman of a couple of societies in the 'do-good-business.'"Hans P." as he was called in town, was married to Claire, a rather well preserved lady of 40 years. They only got one son, who had moved to Copenhagen to study law. Not much out of the ordinary there, I should say. But you see, Hans P. had a secret passion, or rather, he had a.