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