I was standing naked in a cubicle with a curvy, sexy lady who had massive breasts, and my tiny pathetic cock was soft, limp and less than 2 inches in ...ength. The lady sat down on the bench of the cubicle and slowly licked my tiny cock, then put it inside her mouth, sucking the tiny flap of flesh. After a few minutes my cock still wasn’t hard. ‘Sorry’ I muttered embarresedly. ‘I’m not sure if that’s a cock or a clitoris’ she muttered disapprovingly. ‘Here,’ she said, reaching inside her bag,. Suddenly the look on his face was one of relief as he smiled slightly and complied. “Kneel on the floor; lean on your hands behind you,” she instructed. He obeyed silently. She stood and walked around behind his head so that he had to tilt his head up to look at her. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it until both her breasts were exposed. As she leaned over him, lowering her breasts to within inches of his face, his mouth opened and he whispered, “Oh, my.” “Take your cock out and stroke. "He hasn't figured out how to handle nude people all over the place. For all his rowdy youth, Rummy's a very conventional sort. He's quite at sea, and I must say, aroused as hell. And you can be sure I'm enjoying that." She grinned up at Helen. "And seeing you in the altogether has got his balls in an uproar, too." She chuckled deep in her chest. "Not that I mind, you understand," she continued cryptically. "But don't worry, Helen, he just needs to get acclimated." I hope so," Helen said and. Fumbling with the torch in his fat fingers, he finally managed to switch it on. Spinning the small ball of light around him, he searched for the one door that he was looking for. Time seemed to slow down for him – in his confusion he was struggling to process his surroundings accurately. Eventually locating it, he stumbled forward, the cool metal of the door handle feeling strange to his sweat-soaked palm. The torchlight flew around the room – illuminating a tear-strewn face as a pair of.