”Henry did as she commanded, forcing his tongue into her anus, he heard her gasp as he entered her, he pressed his face against her, searching insid... her anus with his tongue, just like he had been forced to do earlier when the man with the big hairy arsehole had ordered him to do it. He slid his hand inside his soaked panties.“Don’t go playing with yourself,” James stopped him, “you only get to cum when we allow it, just concentrate on cleaning up my spunk.”Henry did as he was told,. One of them is that I hang you up by your balls, again, and leave you to starve to death. That way, you'll live a few more days. The other choice is for me to shoot you in the gut and leave you here. That way, you'll live a few more hours before you bleed to death. So, what will it be? It's your choice. If you leave it up to me, I will just leave you hanging."He turned absolutely white at the choice, and I did not really blame him. Neither one was a very pleasant way to die, but I would have. There were many stories Glade could recount of her northward wandering from the Great Desert to the Great Sea. There were stories of near-death and stories of love and triumph. And in all of these there was Demure: sometimes a saviour and sometimes a bane. On this occasion, Demure was a saviour. When Glade’s consciousness fully returned after several days of fever and delirium it was Demure who greeted her with a face of unfeigned delight at her lover’s recovery. And Demure wasn’t alone. She. .. She came out, wrapped in a towel and told me that she understood that i was a boy, comming to age and wanting to see a womans body.. she gave me a hug and told me it was ok before she went to get dressed. Then i went with her to the store and got things for dinner, we were going to be alone tonight, my stepdad was out on business and my sister was out of town. All went well, from time to time, when i was behind her, she would, what seemed, purposely bend over to pick something up and pushed.