Despite the d**g, I feel her tongue lash hungrily at my penis. I response, I force it deeper into her throat. She gags and chokes, but what do I care?...Each cough she makes causes a delicious constriction on my knobhead. I glance to make sure the camera is properly positioned to catch the view: it is important that every detail of the slut’s humiliation is clearly captured.I pull my cock from her mouth, and ribbons of the bitch’s saliva drip from it. Her head lolls back as she gasps for. But once I got to be taller than my brother, things changed between us.No more slaps to the head, punches on the arm or in the stomach. Oh, he still taunted and threatened; more often than not he simply ignored me, but the physical abuse stopped.Even the harsh words pretty much dried up after the infamous hunting trip.But time dulls most people's memories, and apparently it had completely blunted my brother's sense of self preservation while it was in the neighborhood.So, without changing. "Ryan, come on," I said. "You know what you have to do to get out ofthis - I don't know how you can fight the guy. Just put the clothes onand you'll be one step closer to never wearing them again."She stiffened her jaw and nodded. "To the point, Dan," she said."That's one of the reasons you're so successful." She grabbed thebundle and dragged it into the office's private bathroom with her."I'll be back in a sec," she said.About ten minutes later she emerged from the bathroom and teeteredtoward. The occasional drunk weaved their unsteady way home from the pub, the only disturbance in the quiet out of season southerly point of the Island. John’s cousin opened the door, expecting a possible customer asking if there was a room vacant for the night, only to find the young copper standing there, hat in hand. ‘Evening Sir, Sergeant Roberts said to tell you I’m standing guard duty for the next couple of hours. I’ll be outside the door if you need me.’ Offering to make the young lad a mug of.