Your dark hair, cut short around your head, slightly longer towards your mouth. I’d say I’m jealous, but I’m not, not really. I want to stare at...that face, memorize it, have it stare back at me. Is your mouth different than a man’s, smaller I’d guess, lips fuller, softer, warmer maybe? Do you know tricks I never learned, different movements that you will share with me, make me tingle as much as I feel when someone touches my pussy? And your body. I wonder what it’s like to massage your. ..er.....well you could do with some exercise ,but its about discipline Steve isn't it....if you dint have discipline you cant achieve,or lose that weight" i can get a bit lazy,what is the best way?" to instill discipline?" well....i can try for you today if you wish,it is free,unless you think its worth paying for,so lets see" did you want to try or not today?" OK, lets give it a go" right...lets see if we can get there with you, take your clothes off,lets have a look at you"Steve took off. He had spent the last month learning to fight. With fists, knives, clubs or just about anything that could be found. Gray Eagle was a great fighter, and he taught Tom everything that he knew. Tom had done badly at first, but soon found out that it was more a matter of response. The more that he tried to think about it, the slower he moved. He had to learn to rely on his reactions to be quick and accurate. The wrong choice was punished with pain, and the right choice was rewarded with continuing. “She is a sweet cocksucker isn’t she?” I ran my hands through her short blonde hair and forced her down on my cock, choking her and bringing tears to her eyes, when I let go she came off for a breath, spit strings of saliva and precum onto my cock and went straight back down the shaft. Her eyes never left him, and still he said nothing, did nothing. “Did you want to try her?” “I’m sure she doesn’t mind sharing and there is always a spare hole with room for another cock, I can’t keep them all.