Sam held me there for what seemed like ages before he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply. I gasped and sucked in air. I could feel my eye... watering. But my cock was rock hard and twitching against the fabric of my pants. Sam looked me in the eye and smiled before pushing me back down. I opened my mouth and he didn’t stop until he found the same position. I could feel his cock pulsing throughout my mouth and his balls were pressing into my chin and neck. He pulled my hair again and. There has not been a murder for over fifteen years. In this era of peace and prosperity, technological advances have come thick and fast.Our story begins in the town of Newmarket, in the East of England, where Dean, an office clerk, is returning home from work. At 29, Dean is 6 feet tall, slightly muscled but heavily overweight. No matter what he does, he cannot shift the gut and ?man-boobs? he has developed. As a result his self-esteem has plummeted, and he has sunk into depression, no longer. There were similar entries, mostly young ladies with names that normally were found in who`s -who, or country life, mostly top industrial household names. Each with an entry either of punishment, or of who requested the branding on one rump or another, probably to show her allegiance to the husband, or perhaps the desire to show her bravery to her friends or lovers. The entries were numbered from 17 to 39. The 40th being the last dated 1954 and read; Mavis Wendover, branded ‘Whore’ on right. I took it as a compliment.But it was all very innocent until the day of the party.It was October 31st,Halloween. We were all working in the same little restaurant,but it had closed early.It was actually our Christmas party,and a Halloween party.Christmas was too busy to close the place,so "Frankies", always doubled the parties in one night.I had been getting ready and jumped into the shower.I had my back to the door when I heard it open.I was washing myself with shower gel,and was feeling.