Standing in the corner head back, eyes closed and wanking your hard little dick didn’t look like rape. We have all of that in photographs. So we won... be difficult will we.”I collapsed just like a balloon going down. I was totally defeated and trapped.“Clean yourself up, and put that towel under your arse when you walk to the bathroom”I stood up and I felt cum spilling out onto the towel as I walked to the bathroom. I sat on the bog and let it run out of me. I tried to force out as much as I. Even my old terrible burns from three years ago were gone, as if they had never happened. It was certainly a miracle.The Dweorg King, who apparently had his capitol in a great underground city some considerable distance away, also felt some Debt-Oath to us and was on his way here to personally thank us. From the hints that were dropped, it would most certainly be likely involve a very heavy golden handshake. We hadn't done this for any reward but money as they say is always useful. I was sure. That she settled for so much less than she deserved.But Mary never complains or acts disappointed in her lot. She loves their children and him unconditionally. How he ever deserved such a wonderful woman, Luke often ponders.Today, the rare opportunity with the kids both gone, remembering this season fifteen years ago, brings a flood of memories back. They had only been married a couple of months. Mary was barely showing but was getting cravings. When she talked about fresh mussels in wine. He allowed my eyes to soak in his powerful physique before ordering me to my feet. "Do you like what you see slave?" "Yes master," I answered quickly. "You have an incredible body." Would you like to touch it?" "Yes master, I would like very much to touch your body. May I please?" I asked. My voice sounded strange to me, as though the words had come from somewhere and someone else. "Yes slave, you may touch my body but not my cock." Thank you master," I said as I reached out and touched his.