ask for it by name "I need a real cock,sissy. Yours is so little and pitiful I can't even feel it. You knowthat, don't you?" Yes, Mistress. I know." I felt the hot flush of humiliation. His cockwas bigger than mine, and though I knew in my mind that mine was pleasingto Cathy, in this scene reality wasn't present, and I was jealous andfrightened of her finding pleasure with someone else."You want me to enjoy his cock, don't you?" Cathy continued inexorably."If you don't, I won't touch him, you know." Her mouth was. As they got away from the store and the earshot of others, Hollysquealed, "I said you'd make a pretty girl!" I dinnae." Oh, I'm sorry a Pretty, Pretty Princess," Holly kidded."Haud on thon," Les sniped."Oh, don't be a little bitch about that I was right, Essy!" I'm not bitching. It's not right." Well, you make a pretty girl. Can you admit that now?" Naw!" Why not?" Cause I can't. I'm naw fucking girl." Tell that to Samantha and all those girls we were just around." They were being polite.". He was twice the size of Bob it even scared me a bit.I didn’t get time to be scared, I was soon on my knee’s my hand holding a monster while my mouth was being guided towards the monsters fat head, and know Mike was stood alongside Dave guiding my free hand towards another massive cock.They took turn using my mouth at first it was just their fat mushroom heads, but slowly and steadily they were feeding me more and more each time. I gagged and they’d pull back but more and more entered each.Read More
The place was at the end of a long cart track, the accommodation part of the little place consisted of three rooms, a big kitchen cum living room, a b...droom and a tiny bathroom and toilet. The place had mains water, electricity, and a telephone on a party line shared with the distant estate and these were its only real amenity’s. It was heated by an old solid fuel range that kept the place dry and cosy. Outside at the back at right angles to the house was a long open fronted low, wooden. "So you are going to be code name Irish?" I asked with a laugh."Yeah they like it at the office for some reason. It's all part of this new image shit that we are trying to achieve." I still don't understand that. How the hell are we going to fit into that black bag shit, if we are on TV." Executive Security Service is about protection, not black bag shit, as you call it." he said."Oh come now, You aren't going to try to tell me that your boss is suddenly above a little industrial espionage..More