He was my sister’s dog but she moved into an apartment and couldn’t keep him” he said. “Oh I see” I said and I did see “so he hasn’t bee... fixed and he gets frustrated and needs a bitch”. He looked at me “how do you know?” he asked. “Well he is obviously horny” I said “you get horny and want a woman. He gets horny and wants a bitch. It is normal honey”. He smiled “so you think I am horny” he said. “Yes darling. You have wanted to get into my pants since we met” I said “but it is ok because I am. ., beaten?" Timmy smiled, "more than beaten, boy! Just from what I hear, don't doanything wrong, because we get it even worse!" The humiliating bus ride wearing chains and leg irons with a smirkingluscious female guard watching them was bad enough, but after two hoursof riding with naked butts on hard wooden benches, being told to get outin front of the huge monolithic stone prison gate and strip naked, eventhrowing off their underpants, which were tied with simple laces so they could. Xavier began flexing his knees which made it feel like his cock head was running itself up and down my wet slit. It felt very good and it was making my pussy wetter and sexually excited. An almost silent moan escaped from my lips and he heard this and smiled at me. He kept flexing his knees, increasing the pressure of his cock against my clit. We were both starting to breath, heavier, in a pant like rhythm. I knew were both getting extremely turned on and there was nothing to do but let it play. Perhaps he was on the look out for random meet or cruising ? I wasn't aware this was a cruising area as its never been mentioned as one?i was clearly getting turned on by having him sat behind me, like having a voyeur but not seeing what i was doing but looking in the mirror my eyes were constantly meeting his. i was getting more and more excited and had increased the rhythm of my wanking, i had given up looking at my phone but was now transfixed at looking at him and him looking back at me. he.