She immediately dropped the robe to the floor leaving her body covered only with a bra and panties. She obviously was there for sex and was not going ...o beat around the bush about it.“I think you know how much I want you, Bill. John rarely touches me and when he does it’s all I can do to keep from throwing up.”I slipped my arms around her bare waist and pulled her to me. “You don’t have to explain. I’ve done everything I dared do to let you know how much I want you.”“I know. When we dance and. So what if my father comes from York? I don't care. Anyway – this took place in 2006, and I was sixteen. I'm turning eighteen in three weeks as of me writing this. My name is James William Blackburn. Guess how many people has teased me about my name being James Bond when they knew my initials? That's right, too many.Now I shouldn't get you all bored with this droning talk, and get on with the story.As I wrote earlier, I was sent to this boarding school in York, being forced to move from London.. Men armed with whatever they could find met us soon after. They had come to see what had kept me. My new guests were put into a couple of wagons and the dead were put into another.The disgusting cargo was labelled as to where it was found and possibly who's property it was then put into canvas sacks.It was four hours after the train wreck that I was able to get to a phone half way along the route and told my wives what had happened. They wanted to come immediately but I was not sure even now if. He told me to beg for his cock. He then started feeding me his cock. He told me to suck it down to the root. I kept gagging but he kept pushing it into my mouth. He would pull it out and slap it on my face, then continue to fuck my mouth. He started to push faster and grabbed my head in his hands, starting to fuck my mouth harderHe then told me to take one hand and grab his balls. He pulled his cock out and started yanking it furiously. He told me, “lick my balls slave”. His hand was hitting my.