The executioner has BOTH our wrists AND THEN Pounds down! Sinking the iron into both our flesh! We both scream! Our blood mingles with the wood!The Ba...tard goes over us, to our freed hands, two guards, grab us, position, our wrists, and then hammers down the spike, through our wrists, into the wood! I wiggle my sex into him, out of sheer painful reflex!We both are breathing heavy, our blood mingling about our wrists!Then the Bastards do the unthinkable! They raise us to sink the cross in a. All well and good, but in the meantime, we need to keep and strengthen whatever boons we can find,” I insisted, backing up my fellow Prophet, one of my many lovers, none other than Sarah.“In that spirit, I have a proposed commander for this task force, a former Navy cruiser skipper named Arthur Preuss. I’ve actually met him once or twice while in the old U.S. Navy, of course. I was just a seaman, but Commander Preuss always impressed me, even then. I believe that he is here with us, even now,. I went slow as I gradually took him in my mouth about halfway. I bobbed up and down and sucked him hard, before retreating and swirling and licking my tongue over the head of his cock, and especially his glans. Slowly and surely, I took him deeper and deeper, until the tip of his cock was rubbing the back of my throat and my lips were in his pubic hair. I was moving back and forth, no more than an inch, massaging the head of Fred's dick against the back of my throat, when I heard Jill shout. Jeff had helped put the k**s to bed and then shot through for his night out. He doesn't get that many of them. I watched TV for a few hours and finally went to bed myself. Jeff didn't know when he'd be back so I'd agreed to sleep over.I had a little problem about going to bed and that was the weather. It had been a hot and sticky day and that had segued into a hot and sticky night. Normally not a problem but there had been an accident earlier that day. A car had hit a pole carrying both normal.