” He turned his attention back to her breasts. “Would these taste sweet too?” “I don’t know.” He stood up straight and one hand mo...ed to pull her head back to look up at him. She saw his eyes glint in the darkness of his hood, making her knees buckle. He pinched her nipple, making her yelp and stand straight. “Sorry sir.” He grunted from the depths of his hood. “Go, sit in my chair.” “… Sir?” “Go.” He hissed and pushed her forward. She stumbled slightly and sat in. He had had several bisexual experiences while stationed in France and he had actually enjoyed the blow jobs he received from some of the cute gays. In fact he even enjoyed fucking a couple of them in their curvy asses. Jamey was not interested in cock so he never reciprocated and most of the gays didn’t mind. He was a very fit young man at 6’1′ and 180 pounds. He was also blessed with a cock that was just shy of 8′ long and over 5′ around. Jamey had voluminous ejaculations and he loved catching. I'd already made up my mind that I'd do whatever I could to see that Cindy had children, my children. I'd daydreamed about what being a single father would be like. I imagined myself as a noble/tragic figure... the sort you might catch in the "movies for menses" that play constantly on women's cable movie channels.My reaction at the time was resentment that Cindy was going to try to deny me my noble gesture. Now, I shudder to think how I would have coped with all the demands of a newborn. He then stood, seized her right breast, and slowly brought the flickering flame of the candle to the woman’s chest. She arched her back and her head jerked repeatedly as the flame roasted her small red nipple, but she slumped over and passed out as her left nipple in turn received the same treatment. With this, the hooded figure backed off and departed, leaving the poor girl hanging lifelessly from the pillars. Several minutes more passed while the camera remained stationary, dispassionately.