Gosman had been a welcome one.While he didn’t really like the thought of beinghypnotized, he didn’t object too much one the doctorhad told...him what would be happening. He even insisted that the doctor implant in his memorythe same one he used on his patients, that hedistinctly remember everything that happened. Hell, notthat he’d ever discuss it with anyone, but that way hecould always jack off to the many memories, knowingthat he’d never be able to tell anyone what he. His family had become Catholic to protect themselves from the suspicions of the Inquisition, but Jorge’s heart had little concern about God in it. The only times I’d ever heard the word pass his lips was when he was in the midst of battle, damning an opponent, or ‘tearing off a piece’ as he says. My First was my strong right arm, I’d seen him loft two over the rail at once, with neither touching it. He was a head and a half taller than I, and nearly double my weight. The strongest of his. I bent on four legs like bare. Then he lifted my sari and petticoat and took the charge of my asses. He was licking and eating my ass. His rough tongue was moving on my ass.He was biting my ass and he gave 4-5 hard slaps on each globe. He said by kissing my ass, “This is my earth.” His beard was itched my buttocks. Now he removed my sari from my body. Now I was only in petticoat. I was waiting for a real battle. He made me sleep on my back.Then he uplifted my petticoat up to the waist now my. Well, so be it. All I wanted was to see my daughter and if the opportunity presented itself, to deal with Heather. It was time to divorce each other and let her get on with her life. All I would ask for was liberal visitation to see Polly. I wanted nothing more from her or the life I had here. That life was gone, along with my marriage. Heather had moved on, or so it seemed. Now it was time to make it legal. ‘Heather is out tonight. She called me and asked me to sit until she could take care of.