For the next 10 minutes, he slowly, slid his cock all the way in and out of my throat. Here and there, he would hold just long enough for me to feel l...ike I was going to pass out. Feeling like he broke my will—and throat—Mad Dog then stood up and easily pulled my limp body off the ground. He said, “That’s enough laying on your back. It’s time to work.” His hands grabbed my ass with more force this time around.Mad Dog sat on the couch and instructed me to face away and back my ass towards him. He. I got the answer at the Summer solstice - the day of my eighteenth birthday - when both families came to visit my place.I knew that they’d be coming, so I was able to make some dinner for all of us. I also gave up and bought some more utensils from Ake, so that I’d be able to serve that dinner. I also used all my woodworking skills - and a bit more - to make sure that I had another table and enough chairs for all my guests. Still, I wasn’t at all sure what to expect.“You know Stian, this house. If you’re a good quiet girl, I'll be quick. If you make one fucking sound though, I'll ram my dick straight up your little ass, and I'll make sure it fucking hurts, got it?!" I couldn't do anything except nod. I don't even know what I was thinking at that point. Looking down, He was holding onto himself, rubbing himself against the slit of my privates. Holding my underwear to one side, he made way for his big dick to fit inside me. I'm not sure that it would, but I bet he was going to try. I. "What would we have time to do?" Kim wanted to know."A good dinner," Tess said."A good hotel," I said."We could see a play." Or a ballgame." But then we would arrive at the tournament very late on Tuesday, correct?" Kim said."True," I said. "We'd have to leave the bus out here in the boonies somewhere -- you're not going to catch me driving this thing in Manhattan! And we'd have to drive back here to get it again, on Tuesday morning. Just to Boston, from New York, is over 200 miles, and Boston.