Linda continued to struggle and kick her legs wildly,but the Abbot's hand came down not just her her bare bottom but her bare thighs,correcting her an... warning her to stop struggling. Eventually Linda's torment stopped,at least for now and Paul had to prostrate himself over the Abbot's knee,soon he was yelling and begging the old Abbot to stop. Linda watched,sobbing, as the Abbot chastised Paul with multiple hard slaps to his bare bottom.She was vigorously rubbing her own very sore bottom but. I did not need to peel off a lot of clothing as my brother did was many people would not admit to during the warm, early-autumn months which was sleep nude. Well, almost nude. He kept on a pair of light underpants. Today's underwear is sexy and creative, but in those days you might as well have worn light sweatpants to bed.I had already tossed off the blanket so I could drain my brother without getting uncomfortable - drinking blood always made me feel very hot, alive, and turned on in several. Then the fat head passed the little gag thingy at the back of my mouth and pushed into my throat.It was a strange feeling inside there. It filled my windpipe and gave off strange sensations as he started to fuck his cock up and into me with force. I guess to his cock, my throat was just another tight tunnel for it to use.He started to mumble something under his breath as his moans increased. I was beginning to panic. Though he was fucking the cock in and out of my throat, it seldom got high. I wanted to feel a human penis, a cock, a dick, a prick inside me. And I hoped Angela would help me arrange it.It was just over five weeks, thirty-seven days to be exact, since Angela and I had visited Leathers and I was so ready for a return engagement. As much as I had enjoyed watching that big, beautiful cock of his erupt in a fountain of hot and nasty ... Oh, sorry, I’m getting carried away here. Anyway, every time I thought of Leathers cumming I imagined how it would feel inside me. I.