"But what about..." Angel started."He's dead," Fred said without even bothering to look. "We need to get your stuff into the car."Angel took a step to...ward the living room, but Fred's hand shot out to grab her arm. "Nothing for you to see in there," the big man said. "You don't need to have that scene embedded in your mind." But..." There's a lot about us you don't know, or ever will know, although, when we get home, we'll tell you enough so you will understand. Suffice it to say that Brenda and. ’ My eyes were pricking again, but I refused to cry, particularly not in front of him. ‘The necklace, sir.’ ‘Keep it, private.’ ‘It wouldn’t be–‘ ‘I said keep it, private. I meant it,’ he snarled. He jerked his gaze toward the brick wall framed by his windows. ‘Get out of here.’ ‘But sir–‘ ‘I said get the fuck out of here, private. Don’t come back. You’re relieved from formation. I don’t want to see you again. Ever.’ His expression was as harsh as granite. ‘Yessir.’ My voice broke on the last. I pulled off my pants and sat on a burlap bag covered hay bale, Max came over to me when I called and sat there happily panting as I petted him then reached down and grasped his cock-sheath. I was starting to pant myself as he stood to give me better access to his organ as it quickly started to poke out and then grow in my warm hand, his still unswollen knot popped out of its sheath, pushing it behind. I was on my knees in the hay quickly as I dropped down and put my mouth over the tip of his. [It's funny how our inner psyche alerts us to the fact that we might be doing something we want kept private, and that's what broke our clinch.]Over the next several weeks, Tianna and I began exploring each other in private, discovering completely different physical specimens and enjoying the sight, touch, and finally taste of one another, right down to discovering that age old number without knowing what it was called, yet.But before either of us could decide to try the next step - we still.