”Oh my god this kid is deranged. I grab his leash and pull him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tri...s to prevent his ass from chafing against the brand but I’m not having it. I pull the belt tight around his neck and guide him quickly into the bedroom and throw him down to the bed. “You’ve got cum in your ass, slave. You’re all lubed up to get fucked by this giant cock, your punishment for making master wait at the door.”“Yes sir.” “But first,. . he speaks all three language with fluency." Wouldn't his surname give some clue as to his nationality?"Stafford laughed. "Indeed it would have, my dear fellow, but Timothy took his wife's name after their marriage ... Pompidou, or some such I believe."I should have realised an English spy in a French speaking area would have used a local alias, and I tried to nullify my stupid question with one more pertinent. "To whom was the letter addressed?" To The Home Secretary himself ... Lord. "So Phil, you and me will be the first two people to try it. This shine is real thing it is over a hundred proof. We can mix it a little heavy on mixers and get away with it. So let's try the shiny screw driver," I suggested.I mixed the first one with an ounce of shine and an ounce of orange juice. The second one I had less shine and more orange juice. I took a drink of each and found it smoother than Vodka and stronger as well. Both drinks tasted the same to me. The amount of liquor in the. ” I was on my knees between Joe’s legs, his little butt spread in front of me and I could see his dark little hole. It seemed so small. I wondered how my dick was ever going to get inside it. My dick was still wet with Dad’s saliva and a little bit of the goo from my first fuck. I put the tip of it right against Joe’s tiny brown pucker and pushed forward a little. The boy couldn’t move his head, as Dad was holding him by his hair, but when I put that little bit of pressure with my dick.