'What did I tell you about creativity?' Robert came back around the door and looked over his handiwork, then said, "Bend your knees. Let your arms tak... your weight." I did so, and the ropes stretched a bit, but I didn't move downward very far at all. "Good," he said approvingly. "You can stand up now. I wanted you to know that you can let yourself go without worrying about falling and hurting yourself." I smiled inside at his phrasing, because I knew he intended to hurt me himself. Yet his. If he wore condoms, he’d cum right through them, if he tried to pull out his cock would stretch like rubber and prevent it, if the girl was on birth control it would be negated, hell even if he stuck to anal or oral, SOMEHOW the cum would find a way to dribble down into her vacant pussy. At just 16 Milo had already managed to sire dozens of children, and he didn’t know how to stop. He was sleeping peacefully in his bedroom one Saturday morning, several heavy locks on his door and window to keep. ‘Major Tremaine, I’ve heard of you.’ She moved closer. ‘I’m Emily Rousseau. I haven’t seen you here before. I’d remember. He had heard about this woman before. She was the wife of a commissary officer and now was the General’s mistress. The officer had definitely decided that his professional growth was more important than his marriage. Perhaps the lady felt the same way. Jeffrey was reminded of a saying making its way around camp. ‘The husband fingered the cash while the General…’ So this was. He gave me several hard thrusts with his cock as I tried not to scream out. I then started to cum right their on his beautiful cock as I cried out. He continued to pound his beautiful cock into me for another minute or two as my legs began to weaken. I hadn’t felt an orgasm like that in many years. He then let me go as he spun me around. I looked right into his young eyes as he grabbed a hold of me with his strong arms and lifted my body up off the ground. I quickly threw my arms around his.