Some nights, in the quiet of my room I remembered George and of course Mike’s big cock and wanked me to sleep. In a very desperate occasion I took a...soft dink bottle with me that finished up my ass and helped me to cum 3 times before falling asleep.That must have turned my luck. The next morning I was in the same mall were George had found me when I heard somebody greeting me. I turned and there was a well dressed man, smiling to me. I had the impression that I knew him from somewhere but. She would adress me as sir and master5. no sex with andrew for the next month saying that her parents thought something was up6.no trying to get out of it or else i would deny it and put everything on the internet without her ever having the proof7. she would send me a video or a picture of her naked and in a pose every day8. she couldn't mastrubate unless told so9 breaking any of these would result in a spankingAfter hearing these she cried and said but "andrew has a nice 6 inch dick thats. His report made particular note of my interest in this incident and he commented upon my apparent obvious shock and uncharacteristic dismay at her death. Why did everyone seem to believe that I was a soulless reptile with no more human decency than a common swamp thrasher? On second thought, the question wasn’t worth asking… I might get more answers that I wouldn’t like. Sure I don’t like people. Most people, nearly all people in fact, and I enjoy cheating, robbing them and corrupting women. .. well her tits seemed to enter the room about half an hour before she did. Phillie was always immaculately made up, with bright red lipstick, usually matching her nail varnish. She had one obvious blemish, not that it would put me off screwing her, which had happened when she was ten on a cycle accident. Her third finger on her right hand was missing and her second finger had quite a scar from the same accident. I knew her from around town as a very successful business woman, inheriting the.