I think I feel some warmth and then he pulls out and comes around and sticks his cock in my mouth again and says lick it clean and i do. it's covered... with cum some blood and some of my ass juice and more. Once he's clean he pulls me over and sits me up.Then he hands me some water which I drink and rub my eyes. I can finally see a little bit. Steven says something about "You will be a good fuck boi to whore out."PART IISteven prepares another syringe with the white stuff, come to find out. She was wearing a white T-Shirt that stopped at the waist so you could just see her pierced belly button and a knee length denim skirt. Her breasts were a size 34B and you could see their shape through her T-Shirt. She looked over at the clock on her bed side table; it was 6:43PM. She had to be at Mrs Jones' house by 7:30. She got up and started to put on some make up. By 7:08 she was just leaving her house. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk to Mrs Jones' house, but Hayley got there in. His sobs were soft and reserved. Knowing that there was none to be had, he did not beg for mercy. His writhings and flailings were not as violent as those of the Elf girl who still wept quietly beside him. He closed his own misty eyes tight and and steeled himself against the intense pain burning through his ass, taking it with a strength and will belied by his diminutive appearance. Another five strokes of the paddle, and the spanking was finished. Hansen gave a loud sigh and let his body. Focus, Rick, focus. I told myself. Exam first then decide what to do about Emily. But I couldn’t help myself. All I could think about was Emily’s letter. Did she really mean what she wrote? Did I have a chance to be happy with her? How would I know for sure? So instead of studying that night my mind drifted back to those weeks we spent together in Germany. ******************** As Emily and I were walking through the Mannheim station to catch the Frankfurt train a crazed man with an automatic.