He spanked him hard, not caring if a stray blow accidentally hit the boy's balls, which peaked through from between his legs. The boy cried hard, begg...ng for him to stop.“I'm not stopping until I come, and I'm sick of standing.” the man growled, then with a chuckle “but if you want it done with sooner, you could always ride me.”The cute blonde teen let out a sob then straddled the older man, who quickly positioned himself at the already ruined entrance. “Rape yourself on my dick, boy.” the man. .. that's not right. So I hopped up, straightened the covers and kneeled at the foot of the bed. I remember reading some story online that detailed all the different positions a slave should know, and I'd even practiced them a time or two to see how it would feel. I settled into what I thought of as 'Position 1'; kneeling, knees spread, back straight, hands palm up on my thighs. I sat still and made a big mental note to spend a lot more time thinking of things from John's perspective.In only a. I knew that my potential client’s husband was a volunteer in the military of a country no longer his nationality and had gone absent without leave, in unusual circumstances. I also understood that she just wanted to know the wherefore and why, and not yet aware if there was any “who with” involved in his disappearance.As I laboured one by one up those 39 painful steps to my tiny office, I recalled our brief telephone conversation from last night.The fog had come rolling in from the river as. They twirled across the dance floor and laughed gaily as the night progressed. The Prince would allow no one and nothing to interfere, with his dancing, with the vision who had so seized upon the strings of his heart. Even his father, The King, had to agree with his choice of life partner. She was so lovely as to conjure thoughts of sending Charming off on long diplomatic missions so he could get to know his daughter in law better.Where the time went Charming never knew. Suddenly the clock.