The study reflects his tastes - it's a picture of Victorian luxury - filled with objets d'art, shelves of books and rich furnishings. A low fire flick...rs in the fireplace, and the smell of newly - heated coal permeates the air. The Persian rug beneath her knees is an intricate mandala of reds and and blues. The wood panels on the wall glow dimly in the firelight.She leans her head on his thigh and he caresses her hair."Are you warm enough, my dearest?" he inquires."Yes," she whispers.He runs. Then, when I found out where she was and what she was doing with Norma Jean and Lamar I wanted to get her out before she became corrupted, like a drug addict or something.”“So did you and Bull make it again?”“Not for a while”“What did you do?”“We sat on the bed for quite a while where he told me how the Wrecking Crew and the Junkyard came about. The story was mostly normal early on. I could handle the time when it was just kind of a free love thing. Then it started getting weird; he told me how. Now, I’m not talking cruelty here – getting pleasure out of hurting someone, particularly someone weaker. I’m also not talking about a situation in which there is real anger, a real need to punish, for in those cases the spanker probably is not even aware of, or interested in, these peripheral concerns. In any case, cruelty certainly was not the issue here. However, one thing is evident – the appeal of that curvy bottom lying there at your mercy and the feeling of dominance by the spanker often. Eventually, it was too late. I felt the weight of his dickhead covered in his precum, resting squarely between both of my lips. Although not tightly shut, my mouth was closed but I could still taste his precum leaking out of his cock into the corners of my mouth.We stayed like that for just a little bit as Jerry whispered, "I want you." I thought to myself, "you want me?" I don't know why those words appealed to me so much. I have no idea. For the first time, I wasn't chasing girls around and.