I thought that it turned out pretty well, myself. I was certainly the hero of the farm for a few days after that.I was perhaps sixty or seventy and lo...ked but a tenth of that. Mother and I walked across the hills and valleys to the city that bore her name. We needed to trade for rope, cloth, tools and salt. We split up, mother to go to the temple to collect her due while I set about exploring the city.I offered to fix a street vendor's tool for dipping fried fish out of hot oil for a few meals,. Enjoy fucking your ass and your face and your pussy on a regular basis... we noticed that you were starting to enjoy it too much. That's no fun. I want you to feel the pain and anguish of your punishment all over again. I want you to know that you're being raped and that you deserve it, because you're such a trampy little cunt." NOOO!" Jane screamed, nearly gagging on the cork in her sluttish mouth as she tried to run from the room."STOP!" her father commanded. She froze in mid-flight, nearly. Dave smiled at the memory from Monday night, then changed the subject. "Look, Tiff – Stephen Strasburg is pitching tonight..." The pitching phenom for the Nats?" My gosh," thought Dave, "she not only knows one of the newest stars in the sport, she even knows the nickname of the Washington Nationals. What a dream girl!"Aloud, Dave said, "Yes, that's him. How about we catch a cab to the stadium? We can watch batting practice and have dinner there. I always have to eat a hot dog and some roasted. Just as I thought, that's enough, I felt Peters hands on my arse cheeks, pulling me in deeper, until my balls were on his nose and my whole length was in his mouth and throat.I let out a loud long moan that I was sure would wake my neighbour, as Peter started to push and pull my body until I took over. I was literally fucking his throat. I could feel the back of his throat on the head of my own cock.It felt amazing.After a short time of squatting over Peter, I just had to kneel and give my legs.