She had never been taken so ruthlessly before, her mouth serving to please him, her hands having to derive her own pleasure. She took a deep breath a...s he drove into her mouth, gagging as he breached her throat. She knew it was time as he held his cock in the breach, his hands gripping her head until Cindy felt like it was in a vice. "GGGHH," she gagged again, her throat opening as she choked her stomach turning as she fought the urge to vomit. He yanked off the blindfold, tears streaming. It wasn’t as bad I was expecting and there were a few little stings but it was clear that there wasn’t much contact so I put more pressure on the nettle on my cock…….. and boy did it hurt a bit as the stinging hit home. The welts appeared and I continued. After rubbing the nettle against my cock, and then my cock against the nettles (the latter approach gave more contact and more stings) my cock started to go numb. I wanked hard but there was not going to be any cum. I dressed and went. He nodded that nod you use for strangers when a nod is called for, but only for lines at registers, elevators and places like this. His obvious contact with them instantly broke off their contact with him. Set and match Carl mused. They went back to their breakfast and whatever topic was still active before Carl walked in. Carl looked back at his menu. Those rules, those rules unwritten, were hard and fast for men like that. Once you've made contact with them they can't keep looking. That was a. He would go and talk to the fishermen as well as the farmer in a fifty miles radius and try to buy from them - at a low price - some of the surplus that their garden produced or the excess harvest from the sea in the case of fishermen. He would buy everything that could be canned. He had his own brand name for the many products that he processed and sold to the stores throughout New England and as far south as Florida. As his business prospered he bought a new plant and he began to produce.