At the top floor, he continued, nonchalantly making his way toward the side of the building where he parked and thus behind the lookout.He knelt on th... floor when he got to the end of the rooms before the wraparound to the other side of the building, quickly peeked around the corner and confirmed the man was now standing and watching over the threshold and, every so often, making use of his binoculars. When the man sat back down in his chair, he was still paying close attention to the parking. “Strange” doesn’t even. More tomorrow?Yes. You have tests in mind?Yes! We’ve barely started.I spent some time that evening researching, listening to audio samples of significant speeches from world leaders. I heard traces of what I felt were close to the right tones, but never quite.Looking back through history, I was pretty sure Alexander the Great had what I did: how else could one man have inspired thousands to march from northern Greece to India through two decades of continuous war?. I whispered, “Strip horny boy…” And I watched as hepulled his shirt off over his head, then quickly undidhis jeans and pushed jeans and boxers off at the sametime, kicking trainers out of the way as he did. Hiscock stood up for, shit did I want it. He grinned thatevil smile of his.“Get it ready bitch if you want fucking.”I knew what he wanted, dropping to my knees in front ofhim and taking hold of his hard rod. I looked up athim, my eyes teasing as he looked down. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a crazed animal in them. In a few moments, finally he said “headed for home plate now, b o y . Get ready for a flood !” Picking up the pace, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with full body weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. He gargled up a mouthful of snot,.