”“You think you can teach me about pain?” she laughed, rising to the challenge. “Wadda ya got kid? You hit the P90X and think you’re extreme...?”I shrugged. “Nothing so mundane,” I said. “You wouldn’t like the kinds of pain I deal in. Let’s just leave it in the gym. Your gentle treatment isn’t really bad enough to earn a trip to the house of pain.”Emma had been hovering close and was looking at me like I was playing with fire.“Big talk from a little boy,” she challenged me. “Not surprising that. While Rob fucked me there, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the wonderful sensations for a few minutes. Then I opened my eyes again to see Ferguson watching us and stroking his big cock. I like to be watched when someone is fucking me so I looked over to Ferguson and asked him, “Do you like watching me getting fucked?” “Shut the fuck up, whore!” Rob yelled at me then he said, “I will tell you when you can speak!” Then Rob pushed hard and I could feel him cum inside my ass. He pulled out and. Westwood. There's no doubt neither wanted us to fight to keep Mr. Westwood alive but unlikely ever to walk, or speak clearly, again especially as we were certainly going to lose the fight. It was really only a matter of time before he had another bleed. As it is, his life ended peacefully and with dignity and, if I may say so, in the company of someone whose friendship he valued highly."It was difficult for Delia to keep her voice level and she was never sure afterwards how she managed, but, "I. "Careful you don't get a big wet spot on the front of your pants," she giggled in my ear. Soon Ellen straightened up and leaned back, leering down at me, moving her hands to rub against mine through the thin skin of fabric. "Why don't you take these off, Edwin? You earned your prize. And who knows, you might find a prize inside the prize."Ellen stood up before me. I leaned over from my sitting position and pulled the panties down until gravity sent them to her ankles. She stepped out of them.