They will rob your loved ones and never care if they are left on the street to starve." He shook his head as if at a memory and asked, "What is your n...me Mr. Teacher Man?" Should I use my real name or just say Mr. Smith?" Jim asked with a slight smile."Your real name please," Mr. Baker said as his smile faded. "If I have to kill you I want to make sure the right name is on the headstone."Jim's smile faded too. He could feel in this man that he wasn't joking in the slightest. "My name is Jim. When we got there, we parked our car off the road and walked for almost half a mile through a mature hardwood forest, a stand of mostly sugar maple and yellow birch. It was quiet, peaceful, almost mystical, and the long walk gave people a chance to mellow out. At the end of the path, the trees opened into a great bowl—well, really, a small bowl. It was dainty by quarry standards, but the walls of tumbled granite gave it grandeur befitting its age, and at the bottom of the bowl was a crystal. Nikki was sure they were spending long hours intently on this project as a result, especially after the sexual experiences they had shared during the filming. But, she still had to wait. And she needed to just get on with her life in the meantime, despite her distraction.And so resolved to get busy she was headed out the back sliding door to the patio and further into the yard to busy herself in one of the flower beds around the house and kennel building. She was naked, of course. Over time the. ” Her hand reached around, stroking my cock, then cupping my balls that she loved so much.“I think you need a spanking, to learn.” She let that sink in. “Or you could leave.” She kept rubbing my cock, getting me close. “Do you want to leave, baby?”“No.”“Then I should spank you?” That I couldn’t answer. She waited, her hand caressing my ass. “Which is it baby?”“The second one.”“So you deserve a spanking?”“Y-y-es.” It was barely a mumble.“Ask me baby.” She took both hands off of my body. “Or are.