The VC seldom took prisoners and when they did, they were always tortured to death. Checking over his body for wounds, Mark felt something warm and we... around his groin. His growing sense of panic passed when he discovered it was only urine, not blood. The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and face. Raw powder burns covered his face and he couldn’t see. But even with all those injuries, Mark knew he’d been lucky. Had they been. And with this instant, his heart came into a hault, his lungs ceased to pump oxygen, and existance for Azrael Garbyn came to an end.-----Abrupting the solitude of the desolate cabin, the limp arm of the lifeless figure fell to the floor, and the shard of wood, stained in a deep, red substance which had just a moment ago rested against the boy's torn wrist, slipped quietly through his fingers.~-----A myriad of sound burst from the doorway as the hard-wood struck the outer side of the house,. Things were a bit awkward, fell a bit silent, just because I was still embarrassed of being caught earlier by Anneli, and Tuva must have smelled a familiar smell, so I was more or less waiting to be judged. Swedish women are very feminist and will immediately let you know if you make sexist remarks or other ways to make them uncomfortable.The beer was nice and I expected that the evening visit would be a short one but then they had asked if I would like to have another beer and a surprise shot. He fucked me deep and hard till he exploded and filled me with another nice load of cum number 16 in my ass for the night. He got up and I sat on the chair and he noticed me hard cock and smiled and asked me so did you get off yet? I said no not yet so he got down on his knees and took my rock-hard cock in his mouth and started to suck me off. He started to play with my nylon legs, and I put my feet up a little so he could get to my toes because he just loved my red toes. He started to play.