It started applying pressure on his pale cock, trying to absorb every drop of semen of the boy, to Sebastian it was like a pussy or better, this worm ...as squeezing his cock. The insides of the worm were warm and tight, the insides of the worm were mixed with its own corporal liquids and the boy’s cum. Once the worm had finished milking Sebastian, it stored his cum inside of it and left the boy alone. The teenage boy was being used as a living shelter and food provider, he wondered in his mind. The third day after the funeral the full bootleg clip of the fight and his death started going through Iran like wildfire. The official version was quickly muddied about the way in which he died.There was anger from Iranians in all directions. They were angry at the Mullah’s that had built up their General’s last fight into something that it was not. Then they were mad that someone from the United States was involved. Then they were really pissed that it was just one woman who had killed him.. She reached behind and pulled her musical instrument to the front. It was some kind of stringed instrument; Vennoa was not familiar with anything musical.Fender started playing a tune and singing. She started off with an upbeat song with quick tempo, and that drew the attention of nearby people. A small crowd gathered around the party, and slight smiles started to form on their faces. It was working!Vennoa couldn’t help but feel her spirits being lifted by Fender’s music as well. However, for. She gently used the riding crop to stroke his cock and he tensed. She almost laughed, he knew what was coming, she knew what was coming. And yet he didn’t say a word. His eyes never met hers as she brought the crop down onto his cock. Even though the blow must have hurt, he didn’t cry out, nor did his cock diminish in size at all. She smiled again and smacked his balls with the crop. This time he winced, but still didn’t move.“Drop to your knees.” Her voice was barely audibly, but he slid down.