"Good," he said, "I will have a script for you by this time tomorrow and you may do your broadcast and make your apology to all of Islam; then, well, ...hen we shall see. Perhaps I will free you or sell you. Perhaps not. You appear to have a good body, a body that can be used pleasurably. Perhaps we can hunt you or let the dogs have you after you are no longer able to fuck. I have many men who would enjoy boning you and many sons as well. I think I would enjoy seeing you torn apart." He pressed a. It would be very impressive. I’m sure a single arch could do it, if it was built right.”“Could I ... would it be safe to go upstream a little and...”“Wash naked in the stream? Yes, I think so; take Straba with you.” Straba was a cook’s help, she wasn’t attractive or intelligent, but she was good at doing what she was told (which in the case of the cook was ‘stir this’ or ‘lift your skirts’ – he was a man of simple pleasures. He was kind to her though, and fed her well, unlike what some would. " I paused before I answered my own question, "I know. You like to clean things with your tongue, don't you." Claire was silent. "DON'T YOU?" I repeated menacingly."Y….yes sir," stammered Claire, finally getting the message. When would this slut ever learn?"Good. Now get your face to the floor, whore," I commanded, "And start cleaning the dirt off my shoes with that slutty tongue of yours."Crouching on her knees, Claire lowered her face to my feet and began to lick at the shiny black leather of. He kissed one side, and then the other. He trailed little kisses down the base until he reached the testicles. Then he ran his tongue up the length. He opened his mouth and took it in.David stifled a groan. Aaron began jerking as he worked the hard dick in his mouth. He exhaled through his nostrils as he lathered David with saliva. Up and down. Up and down. Smooth and with just a touch of firmness. Aaron held David's balls with his free hand and began to massage."Yeah," David moaned.Aaron went.