I slowly pulled over around the bend and against the woods so no one could see the other side of the truck if he stopped, seemed like forever but he p...lled over right behind me. I wasted no time and got out and walked over to the passenger door of the cab. He crawled over to the passenger seat and opened the door laboring to do so. While I waited I pulled out my hard cock and motioned for him to turn towards me in the passenger seat. I could see he was hard, but not very big, I put my hand over. But my only drawback is that I am short. Still, my height helps me in some erotic positions. Let’s get into the story. This all started when my son was in junior college. Initially, I never had any bad intentions on my son. I use to clean his clothes. I even noticed all his behavior changing accordingly for his age transformations.One day I came across the incest magazines in his cupboard while I was cleaning his room on a Sunday. My son was not at home. I came across a series of stories about. It does not wear off, not until the one affected has been granted sexual release." I know that's what you make her believe, so just--" But that is how it works," said the cultist. "I do not understand what you ask."Charles buried his face in his hands. "My God ... you've all ... it's been so long that now you really think ... dammit... dammit ... I told him this could happen, that you'd all start believing this pseudo-religious--" I do not understand," the cultist persisted. "We must perform. I slid up and down tantalizingly, four or five times, watching him gasp and moan, and then I jumped up again, pulling myself off the bed.I took my bullwhip off the wall and I cracked it, letting the tip loop around his hard cock. Brinker screamed, and his cock wilted just a bit. Then I cracked the whip onto his balls, and he let out a bellow like a hog being slaughtered.I have quite a bit of practice with the bullwhip, and cracked each of Brink’s nipples, and then cracked him again on the chin..