Each spank sends shivers to my body, my muscles contracting, pleasure runs through my body. I'm thankful that I've been trained well. He turns me over... his cock in my face. I take him in. Turn on, shame, restriction, thoughts, everything, flow over me at once, taking me out of the moment, then bringing me back in. I hope he doesn't push me all the way, and at the same time he tells me to let him know if it hurts. Again, I'm thankful for his consideration.A lingering thought remains in my mind. I moved into 69 position and placed the tip of my cock hard against her lips, she initially refused to open her mouth, so I slapped her petite tits a couple of times and then she got the message and slowly opened. I then pushed hard into her unwilling mouth and made sure she knew what was wanted before my attention went to her pussy and I started to lick and chew all around her hole and clit, because of her size, a good foot smaller than me, I had to arch my back to keep both my cock and mouth. One of the saddest things about this culture is the extreme protection of men who violate their laws, and their willingness to persecute to death, women, minorities, and the helpless for perceived actions that are not their fault. They protect rapists, not the raped. They rage against homosexuality, yet they torture the definition to give themselves an out, should they get caught."In an Islamic court, a man may claim that he penetrated another male, but it wasn't an act of homosexuality on his. ’ They had caught Alan, but there was no mention of Rosemary. Glen actually made enquiries though a local police sergeant who was by way of being a friend.’ ‘No,’ the sergeant said, ‘She wasn’t with him when they arrested him. Of course, they weren’t interested in her so nothing further was done.’ ‘But won’t they want her as a witness?’ The sergeant shrugged, ‘That’ll be up to the crown prosecutor. But what could she tell him? What they’ve got on him will probably be sufficient.’ There the.