They were too small for me, unfortunately; they were very fine boots so I decided to take them. When he had completely disrobed except for his fine st...ckings, I tied his wrists to one another with the sword belt which I then looped it over the stub of a low limb."Do you know what your hired henchmen do to prisoners?" I asked him.He shook his head and lost control of his bladder."Ah," I said as the stream of urine continued, splashing on his dancing feet, "I think maybe you do. They use them for. I slid in easily. We both let out a sigh, she wrapped her arms around my back as I did the same, and we squeezed each other tight.“Oh motherfucker,” I gasped. “Mhmm, you want me, don’t you?”I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she worked her way up and down my shaft. She dug those fake fingernails into my back and drew blood. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, revealing her supple neck. I kissed her neck, my lungs heaving with every one of her thrusts. I opened my mouth and. Still, I had to question; was his friendship because he was an employee of my adopted family?Let's face it; I was alone in the plane and alone in the world. For some unknown reason, Becky had decided not to attend Greg and Trisha's wedding. Was it because she found out I was going to be there? Distraught over my woes, real or imagined, I made a list of missed opportunities requiring action:1. I had been turning cartwheels to avoid Zelda because I knew that getting involved with someone that. 'This is hard for me, Big Brother. But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." What do you need, Les?" My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on me?" Sure. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed about it."I got the ointment, then kneeled down so I could reach her butt. I put a little on my right index finger and pried her apart with the fingers of my left hand. Once I got my finger between her cheeks, I let go. I gently rubbed the ointment around the hole.Les.