Stop." I say back to him.SMACK!!!!"You don't call me Justin anymore! You understand me, bitch!?" Justin screamed back at me.I can't believe he did tha.... The man I trusted more than anyone in the world had just slapped me. I finally broke up and started to cry again. Justin didn't look to give a damn and continued to fuck my mouth again. He was going in harder and harder, as I coughed aggressively and gagged. At this continued, soon my own dick was rock hard. After a while, Justin noticed and. They understood without words. Conversation was unnecessary. ‘Devkumar.’ It was eerily silent with tens of thousands of people assembled before one man without sound. Mind over spirit and spirit over sound, they were his army of silent angels. They were one with the universe. They were an army of one willingly in his control. Their soul purpose of existence was to follow Devkumar. ‘Devkumar…Devkumar…Devkumar.’ They chanted his name before the service and after his audience and wherever his. "She then straightened up and walked to the treadmill. I put some weights on a bar to do some curls. While bending down I snuck a glance at her ass while she walked. I caught her checking me out in the mirror. Being a little embarrassed I looked away.I went about with my workout for a half an hour or so while we exchanged glances and some small talk. While getting some weights ready for some presses Julie stopped the treadmill and went for a drink at the fountain. She came over and watched what. For a 15 year old boy I was of an athletic build. I had started going to the gym more frequently when I started to become aware of girls sexually and I had managed to get myself a noticeable set of Pecs and a 6 pack. I stood tall for my age at 6 foot 1 with sandy, long blond hair and stunningly straight, white teeth. I step out of bed wearing nothing but my white boxer shorts and stretch lazily. Hoping nobody is in the hall way I take off the underwear and walk out of my room heading straight.