..and I said yes. He told me that I should only use the word Cock when I talked about it, that words like dick, penis, wang or dong were not strong or... powerful enough. Cock was the most powerful thing on earth and deserved the strongest, and hottest, me we could give it! While he was rubbing his beautiful Cock shaft with his forearm, a technique I love myself, he started telling me that he loved everything about Cock....the way it feels. He rubbed it against his arm and pressed it against his. There was a section at the back called ‘The Trophy Wall’ where men (and they were all men) posed with their latest kills or catches. Rebecca wasn’t a die-hard animal rights crusader, her inability to give up meat or leather really interfered with that, but she still couldn’t get her head around the idea of killing things for fun. Or for sport, she supposed she should say. She wondered if any of these guys actually ate what they killed or did they just snap the photo, whack off the head and. Sliding her knife from its sheath, she presses the cold blade against the man’s throat, forcing him to back into the wall. “Poniztye oruzhiye,” she says forcefully. “Drop the gun.” The man does as he is instructed. Fear takes hold of him and he stays silent if only because his fright prevents him from speaking. Urine begins to run down his leg and forms a puddle on the deck. Samantha shakes her head in disbelief. “Skachitye mne, ged kompyuter sudna,” she says more forcefully than the last time.. Instead, I was polite.“We can talk on the phone if you want,” I responded. “I don’t know,” she said.I typed my phone number.“Well now you have my cell phone number,” I said. “Call now. Or some other time. Or leave a message if you want.”“I am curious about your voice.”“Call.”“Ok,” she said. “But just for a few minutes.”A minute later my phone rang and I heard her voice for the first time. It was softer than I expected, but also confident and sweet. I felt nervous talking to her.“Your voice.