She gets up and storms out. My mother comes over to my side. Now I'm curled in a ball and I tell her I bruised my hip when I fell. She rolls me on my ...ack and looks pissed. She begins to pull down my sweats and I stop her."Mom it’s fine you don’t have to look," I tell her. She says, "I'm your mother, I’ve seen you before," as she continues tugging at my sweats. She finally gets them down and my cock is still rock hard. She gasps when she sees the bruise. It's black and blue already and. ”Emilia Clarke smiled big and said “Thank you! Thank you so much!”.“Of course. Now if you may excuse me. I have to heading home. Got a lot of work to do tomorrow."Let me walk you out the door, son” said John Oakhill, getting up.Emilia waited, sitting still, her heart racing.She watched intently as John Oakhill slowly walked back to the dining area."I let my butler go home for the night. You should clean up that table, Emilia and meet me in the living room." said Oakhill before he walked to. For the next seventy-two hours, it was constant sex. Zeke fucked the boy in every position possible. He fucked his boy-pussy and he fucked his mouth. He constantly played with the boy's little prick, making him cum over and over. Just when Patti thought it would let up, Zeke would be back on top of him; kissing and biting and fucking and making his little stick spit its juice out. By the end of the third day, Patti was an incoherent, quivering mass of flesh, clinging to his Daddy for dear. Wong moved the silk tent over by the camels so he could slee- er- watch over them.At the Kokand crossroads, in the dirty little town which squatted there for no other reason than to provide drink and food to the caravans while their Masters made up their minds to take the right fork or the left, or to leave messages to each other, John and Zithrusa none-the-less managed to trade the skins for wood. They even got some skeins of raw silk thread at exorbitant rates, but both the wood and silk.