Stan was pacing when we entered the room. Angela was still greeting his lawyer when he punched me in the face. I’d like to say that I shrugged it of...f and opened the Gates of Hell on him, but it took me completely by surprise. I fell back against the door-frame and he pressed the advantage, hitting me again. His rage was making him strong and fast, hammering me with hay-makers that staggered me and kept me off balance.Then, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped, and I wondered why. I shook. Mark could feel the boiling sperm building up in his scrotum, and a sideward glance at Jim's lust contorted face told him that his balls, too, were almost bursting, his loins aching with the excruciating excitement Kathy's hand imparted to his slipperily fucking cock. She held it tighter and tighter now, moving back and forth on it, manipulating it, milking it, drawing it down and releasing it, teasing, tantalizing with an expertness Jim would never have expected. My God! He couldn't stand it. Her customer wanted to introduce her to a type of horse that she definitely wouldn't like. The wooden horse is an extremely simple torture device. A wedged edge is lifted up on legs or a box like design. The girl is then positioned on top with the wedge between her legs slowly inching deeper and deeper into her vagina due to her own weight. Her cunt lips part around either side and her clit eventually makes contact with the rough wood. From there on any movement, no matter how small causes. Shelly trusted he would never do that to him and he crossed the line. I trust that Nick and Pete would never do anything like that to me. I believe they do it because they know it is a pleasure for both of us and pain is not part if it. I look over at Nick. He places his hand on my leg. I place my hand over his. The sun is shining and I wish it would go away. This is not a sunshine day. It is one that dark storm clouds should be covering our surroundings. The leaves are falling off the trees..