I continued to stroke his cock like I knew he wanted it done. I hadstroked him many times before, so I knew how his cock would swell andthrob. I was...aware how his breathing would become quicker and how thesweat would cover his body. Now up to this point he only had dry orgasms.I continued stroking his expanding cock, ready to watch his body go intospasms as his pleasures overcame him. He was panting hard. This was goingto be a good one , I thought to myself. His panting turned to groans. " Don Alverez snorted at him. He had heard big talk before.Tom asked, "Now, how many men do you have, and where are they?" When Don Alverez just looked at him he slowly pulled his knife toward the opening between his first two fingers. He was sliding the blade against the bones of his hand. Don Alverez screamed as he slowly cut his way between the knuckles and his knife came free.Tom looked him in the eye and buried his knife in his hand again. "How many men do you have and where are they?" Don. It became self-perpetuating on some levels, for the more of her soul he uncovered, the more he fell in love with her and hungered to clear away the dust that partially obscured its luminescence. And as he fell, he began to realize the strange geometries and abstract physics of love, for while falling represents a descent, to this man there was no higher pinnacle in his life than those times at which he had fallen the hardest. The fall was continuous, unstoppable even if he wished it so, but as. Again cuffs both hands around one of the cast-iron polls on her knees facing the wall. He pulls out a knife, opens it, slides the knife along her throat down, between her breasts cutting both shirt and bra off at the same time. Not stopping at the button on her pants and continues down until her clothing literally fell off. She, still speechless, now completely naked handcuff to the bed, facing away from him wonders what's going to happen next. She suddenly feel something between her legs, but.