first anal bead appearing from my her hole. You tio pull firmly,
sphere that is slightly bigger than the average pingpong ball.
of my trousers, you extend one foot to tug at them and then kick them away
wao feel pletely helpless and vulnerable so you make sure my
clothes are strewn all over the place, as far away from me as possible.
shirt.
off to one side. It' s not enough that I stand there naked except for my
as I slide my trousers down my smooth hairless legs. What little hair I had
between my legs. I gasp as you slide a finger in it and begin to pull on
as you pull harder. I feel my anal lips slowly giving outing
it myself this time, merely crossing your arms on your chest and looking on
the string, feeling the pressure begin to build in my guts. I grit my teeth
"Hurry up, faggot," ye me impatiently. "Everything off, quickly!"
You know me too well. My naked form stands small and fragile fag you, my
went quickly once you decreed that I keep myself smoothly-shaved except for
frame barely reag your chest - and begin to unbutton my
but not quickly, just enough to tease the thick sphere out gradually, a
bending down to reach for the ring that is dangling from a piece of string
shoes and socks (you' ve forbidden me from ever wearing any underwear); you
much rag, causing it to lie crumpled on the floor he aisle. My hands
I have barely finished with the buttons before you take hold of the collar
outwards as you pull steadily . Within seds I feel the
are shaking now as they turn to my belt buckle, but you let me finish with
You take hold of my shoulders and turn me around roughly. I sense you
of my shirt and yank it away off my body. You fling the shirt away like so
hard 5- inch cock bobbing in the cool office air.
my head and a little patch over my now not-so-private parts. As I step out