'Open your mouth boy, look at the hole. Let the man see the faggot cocksucker who just serviced him.'I just see his eyes. Kneeling in the cum, my mout...h open, full of cum. Some is sliding down to my chin. Realize what I must look like.'That's a good start faggot. Thanks Mike.'I hear him get up and leave. I realize you know this guy. I bet you planned this. I can't believe I took his cock into my throat. Didn't figure I would ever be able to do that. He had a big cock too, thinking about how it. And that was what the tattoo was: A seven-inch by two and a half inch relief map of South Island drawn to scale in fine detail. The map included snow on the Southern Alps, all of the rivers, lakes, and coastal inlets large enough to be shown on a map of that size, and it even had Stewart Island, placed to scale and the proper distance from the southern tip of the main island. Though it was purely a geographic map — the image Ian had used to make the stencil had been taken from an atlas and. On Thursday I had just about decided he wasn't coming back anymore. I got dressed up and I was just getting ready to go for a walk around the mall when my door opened suddenly and he was standing there, my rapist.I'm not sure I can adequately explain my reaction when I turned and saw him standing there. I'm not sure that I fully understand them myself. It was a strange combination of fear and excitement, probably in equal parts.He shut the door and came over and looked me over. He squeezed my. "It's your house and, uh, you're letting us use it for the rest of the night."Leaning out of the kitchen door, she smiled and winked and said, "It's my pleasure."Once my mom returned to the kitchen, Vy rose and walked to the stereo, squatting down, finding a record and replacing the Ramones with it. It was "Never Mind the Bollocks," by the Sex Pistols. I loved watching the muscles of her impressive posterior move. The loud fast thick rocking message filled music erupted from the speakers..