"I'm sorry Baby, but you have to learn to obey me. I don't like hurting you but you need to do what I tell you to do." I mumble between sobs, "I kno...." You reach between my legs and notice that my cock is soft. You gently start to stroke my cock while you kiss my buttocks. It burns each time your lips touch my sensitive skin but it feels good at the same time. You pull my buttocks apart and start to lick my anus again. You push a finger inside yourself to lubricate it and then you place it. This kid was messed up. He tells me he’s into all sorts of stuff and likes to be kinky. I’m intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He’s into punishment. I think he phrased it as, “I know I deserve it sometimes.” The picture he sent me wasn’t a face but from what I could see he wasn’t far behind the other mongrel for ugliest man alive. His cock was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and crooked. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to punish him. He told me he found a master. “Also a personality issue is RFK, who has his brother’s complete trust, but sometimes is even more, perhaps unwisely, aggressive. On other occasions, though, he does well as the President’s eyes, demanding deliberation. It gets weird when he wants both in the same issue.“Going to the organizational, the MONGOOSE project isn’t very well controlled. It does things that normally are the job of the CIA, but the President totally distrusts the CIA field operators as a result of the Bay of Pigs. He’ll tell every fucker,” she muttered, at last managing to pull her jacket across her chest. She concentrated on sorting out the tight stage trousers, that had remained stubbornly caught round the high heel of her shoe. “I can’t risk the papers getting hold of this.” “The papers won’t hear of it - will they Weir?” said Simon, not too forcefully. “Hmmm! Difficult,” mused Jimmy scratching his chin. “It’s a good story what with Davina getting that children’s show on TV next month. Worth a coin or.