Even someone else being hurt in that way, even in fiction, gives me feelings of physical pain.He came a little closer and said, as one would to a pupp...y “Come on. I’ll make they don’t hurt you.” Seizing mentally on these words, I started a precarious descent carefully picking my steps down the pile of rubble and saying to the boy “Thank you! thank you! You are so kind”. I think of my words today and really want to give myself a good slap despite my dislike of violence.I reached the bottom and. I'm sitting waiting and wave you over. You rush over to the car and say "what are you doing here..." I reply, "just get in" you think quickly and then just go for it.. I stamp on the gas and we are away from there. I reach into the back seat and hand you a bag. Put this on.[13:03:27] Michelle Green: WOW that’s cool[13:03:36] Neil Jones: is it all making sense...[13:03:41] Neil Jones: kinda jumps around a bit[13:03:43] Michelle Green: and after all this you want to tell me you didn’t fuck. I looked back over my shoulder and squealed, "oh god, Mr. Stetson, you're busting my ass"!Mr. Stetson, my boss, was indeed fucking my ass and had been doing so for the last 10 minutes. To say he was 'busting' it, would be an overstatement, but i was in a rush and Mr. Stetson was easily manipulated by appeals to his vanity. Suggesting he was the master of my ass was the best way I know of to get him to empty his balls already. His glazed over little pig eyes flicked on me for a moment and he. Transported like the animal I was to become.Chapter 5Landed On The Bank.********************************Months passed. I think...I can scarcely remember them and the torment of their passing. I entered the box as George Howden Ghent. I was a dealer in antiques and objects of handmade art, carpets and religious objects. Husband of Dominique and generous businessman who always tried to strike a decent deal. Who always shared his profits with the seller, a man who valued fairly and sold at the.