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