Mmm very nice, he said. Thanks I told him. He rubbed my dick for a couple of minutes till it started to get hard. He whispered in my ear, take them o...f. Shocked, I froze. Soon I felt him push them down, and pulled them down my legs. All I could do was lay there as he said to move my legs apart. As he pushed his hands between my legs, they fell on either side of the lounge chair. He rubbed my dick with one hand and slid the other down and rubbed my butt hole. He squeezed my dick and stroked it. ‘Wait, Superb-Man. I’ve got a secret to tell you before I die,’ I cried. ‘Okay, hurry up. What is it?,’ he growled. ‘Your real creator was a German philosopher named Frederick Wilhelm Nietzsche. He created you to destroy Christian Morality. You’ve been incredibly influential in turning the best and the brightest of mankind against morality. Hitler was even a big fan of yours,’ I said. Superb-Man dropped me and started sobbing. ‘Oh, my god, it’s true. I remember it all now,’ he said through his. I couldn’t believe how this dominating act could provide so much pleasure to me. It was so utterly exhilarating to spank someone like that. I wondered whether Emma was getting as much from it as I was. What I found more pleasing and exciting was that Emma wanted me to. She could have easily objected to it, but here she was, presenting her bottom to me for more. I stared at her reddening bum for ages. I was turned on like never before. I placed the palm of my hand on her bum and smoothed it. Our little culdesac was an amazing place to live. The previous owner of my house only left in order to move in with his family since his mother was sick.**************5/5/2016It's been another month since I was jobless and now I played with the stock market. Money has become steadier and better than back when I had an actual job. I was still angry at my workplace for firing me at my time of need and still carried with me an anger bubbling.However, the main reason I started writing was because.