He nods approvingly and I slowly slide my cock into him. I asked if is alright because he is very tight – he says “a little pain but feeling nice....” After a couple of minutes of slow rhythmic thrust, he says “fuck me harder” – these are the most word I have hear him says. I start pounding harder and his moans and deep breathing follow. I decide to reach around and rub his cock. As I do, I touch his left hand that was rubbing his cock; he is a little startled and moves his hand away. His cock. Please Cale, … please let me fuck your face, please?’ He threw his arms back and pushed his head against the pillow, ‘I know how strong a woman you are — and I know that you hate to say please. So when you say my name like that, and you use the ‘P’ word,’ he sighed, ‘I’m helpless, Emma.’ She sat up, ‘Move down baby.’ He moved himself away from the headboard a distance. She smiled wickedly at him. ‘Your kiss there that day told me how you feel, and that you might be a little good at this. Cale,. He had hoped for fries but she had told him some days before that friesgive you break-outs and she really didn't want him eating fries orother fatty foods any more. He needed to take care of his skin, shesaid, because he needed always to look his best. He hoped she wasn'tbeing serious because how are you expected to survive if you can't havefries or pizza or burgers or candy, but so far she hadn't relented.Then, after he had eaten, she called him into the living room where thebig TV was. He. These moments of his gentlness had somehow really tricked me. I'd really felt like I must want it, but suddenly I remember the gun, the knife, the kicks. I tried to relax, wanting to avoid his punishments, and when I did he would slip in further, but it was so painful I'd clench up again. It was the most excruciating pain I had felt in all my life. It just didn't fit. It stretched all my tissue inside and just seemed to be ripping me from the inside. Once he pushed himself.