"Damn that is so fucking tight!!" Doc said.That is when my uncle went from slow and gentle to fucking my mouth. "Oh yeah, you wanted a man's cock, you...wondered how it felt," he grunted. "Here it IS!" he screamed as he started shooting cum down my throat. Spurt after spurt of cum in my mouth. I couldn't believe how much there was. He finally pulled it out so I could try to finish swallowing it. He kneeled over me milking his cock while I lay under him with my mouth open wanting ever drop he. He then saying that “they should have had anal then it would not have happened!” Beryl assured him it was ‘just a minimal risk’ and they soon began again, this time anally. A couple of pints later and a game of darts with old Mike, the resident barfly, he mounted the bike once more and patient dog at the side of the bike, back he went in the late evening dusk, by that time the house had become silent once more, except for Cyril `s loud and contented snores. The clatter of the alarm started the. A small brass plate with the word, Tzarina’s, was set flush in the middle panel of the gallery’s door. I grinned to myself as I thought how appropriately the name suited her. A single bronze sculpture was on display in the front window. I recognized it as Adamaris, sculpted by Donna Jean Mayne. I took a moment to admire the beauty of the Spanish Moss patina finish the artist had created on the surface of the bronze figure, sitting and dipping her fingers into a body of water. The artist’s first. Her alternative to sleep with him, love him even, now and whenever he wished, she knowing she would never go back on her word, it was to be avoided at all costs, but could she resist, could her painful body keep up its resolve? He returned with a long leather strap, this he, showed her in detail, studs in the leather spelt WHORE backwards she knew it would leave marks, deep and long lasting, it was designed to do just that… and she was right, just one hard cut of the fearsome implement across.