She was locking me into the spot she wanted. I had no control over my head now with the exception of how fast I flicked my tongue.Her knees became ev...n tighter. I could hear only muffled panting and moaning from her mixed in with the occasional curse words of bliss. I began to flick even faster. Her knees tightened to the point where I thought I was going to suffocate. I kneaded my fingers into her ass and pulled her in tight and held her like a cheese burger. Is was one of the best meals. By the time knocking off time came I felt totally depressed and was not eager to go to the pub with Alan."Come on John," Alan said to me in the changing room, "you look as though you could do with a jar or three."Shrugging into my jacket I followed him out of the door, soon we were ensconced in the saloon bar of the local pub, a pint of bitter in hand."You've had a face that would shrivel a lemon all day," Alan commented after our third pint, "what's up?"For no good reason at all I poured out. I so enjoyed watching our former masters do that before they were castrated ... it’s so fulfilling to see them shame themselves that way.” The spite in her words had Creed’s cock perk, much to the amusement of Madam Barbara; masturbation was absolutely taboo in that era, and many devices to prevent the heinous and base act were available for those young males who’d been merely suspected of indulging in such a shameful act - as Creed was to find in the week before his hanging. For a mature male. I could see his hands closing in punches, for the tension. My eyes noticed Dylan's reflection on a window; his dead gaze hurt me like a slap on the face, I could recognize the same passed out gaze I'd had earlier in the afternoon, when mom told me about his "death".His head moved; Dylan looked at the window too, and I felt touched by his eyes.A pair of poisoned, emeraldine dead swords was ready to pierce me. "I don't owe you an explanation about what happens in my life, Spencer. I'm out of.