Then I touch your cheek and tell you how wonderfully well you are doing. Pain and pleasure. You feel both. You want both. You need both." Now you may ...touch me, little whore. Touch Master’s cock and stroke it with love. Lean forward and kiss it. Taste it. I have not washed it for days. I want you to get the flavor of Master in your mouth and learn to love it and wish for more and more cock. It is good, is it not, little slut? Lick it and take it into your mouth. Drool upon it and suck it. Stroke. Over the years I have sucked many a cock and been fucked dozens of times at this sleazy little place. Getting out of my car I headed towards the entrance, when I caught the eye of a forty something guy in one of the cars. He flashed his lights on me and I took that as a sign to say hi. Strolling up to his car I saw a reasonably attractive guy with a beard and a mustache and nice big cock sticking out of his pants. Leaning against his car, I asked if he had found what he was looking for tonight.. When I shared all that I knew, and extrapolated into what may have generated the foreign deposits, I could hear The Judge take a deep breath. He mulled over my information and promised to follow up and let me know, but didn't elaborate. I don't think he wanted me involved, so I dropped the news and rang off.The evening dragged as I contemplated life, loneliness, and the boat trip. Abigail was a wayside stop for me. She was memorable, but short lived, and I couldn't make too much of her stop. The next moment, I found myself waking on the beach, the fire long since burned out, and my shorts now under my head. But Eleanor was gone. I looked up and down the beach but did not see anyone. I saw my footprints leading toward the burnt out fire, but no other prints were to be seen. What had happened to Eleanor? Where were her footprints? I followed my footprints down the beach. Soon I came to a spot that my prints came from the jungle growth. As I followed them to the jungle, I found the.