I wrote him a fan letter when I saw his email address in Muscular Develoment magazine. (You'd know him if you follow bodybuilding, but he wasn't a Mr....Olympia winner. Claimed he was "natural," although after being with him, I doubt it).I laid on more and more compliments the more I wrote to him, and I could tell he appreciated it. Then I asked for autograghed photos. Later a t-shirt. Meanwhile, I'd throw in a word that was beyond what I'd said before -- I'd tell him his body was beautiful, head. The half-orc lived to fuck and to fight. Service with Thurlith had brought him plenty of the latter, but he’d mostly been on his own for the former. Though, with the coin the sorcerer brought in, he had been able to sample the charms of every whore in every town they’d passed through (if not for the favor of his god and his own considerable healing talents, he’d have been dead of disease years earlier). ‘I hate the undead. They don’t squeal when you stick ’em.’ Kvas countered. ‘Can’t say that. The groaning sounds got louder as the door opened; I pushed the door open another inch, then another and another. My heart was about to explode and the coffee cups were getting heavy as I silently opened the door wide enough to poke my head in.The bed is to the left of the room as you open the door and as I poked my head in I could see the whole of it. My heart stopped beating as I poked my head inside the love chamber and saw the bed.The covers were off the bed and Amy was laying on her back;. "Oh my god master, it feels like I need to take a shit," Bonnie moaned, laying her arms across the hood, her body laying flat. Ethan didn't respond, concentrating on her rectum squeezing his dick and then releasing it. He pushed against her upper back, pushing her into the car harder, as he slowly pulled back until his dick was just inside of her sphincter. Without pausing he jammed his hips forward, slamming her into the car hard. He started moving in and out of her, roughly slamming back into.