My pulse races, as my cock quickly hardens, straining against the material of my jeans. I am now well out of my comfort zone and my mind is racing. '...hat the hell am I going to do next?' I ask myself. The urge to fuck you where you stand is overwhelming. As you turn around our eyes meet and I can see yours almost glazed over; you sense my anticipation. The smile you give in return is one of reassurance. There’s no turning back now. I stand up and move forward to kiss you. As soon as our lips. “Fuck me hard, Rory! Fuck me! Come on!”Knowing where he wanted to go, the shemale pumped the hardest and deepest she could (without causing pain, of course) on him, watching him moan and squeal with delight. His hands also were fast at his cock, jerking himself and making him approach quickly to his second lovepeak.“I am so close… I think I am going to cum!”“Cum for me, baby”In a minute or two after he said that, Vic shouted he was about to cum and soon, for the second time, his manmilk came. Schuberg lightly poked and prodded in areas that would have produced serious blushes if it didn't hurt so bad. And hurt it did ... agony.In the due course of time, an older gentleman approached with his black bag ... not only did he have the accouterments of a doctor ... he possessed the attitude. Bedside manner? He had none. Gruff and demanding he pushed and pulled me not bothering to admit I hurt.While he was gleefully playing the part of a German Concentration Camp physician, the telephone. ’ We walked hand in hand through the marble-floored entrance hall, and a short man in a dark suit greeted us. ‘Sir, madam — a table for two?’ He led us to a table in the window, and I held Laura’s chair for her, getting a smile in return. The maitre’d took our orders for drinks, and Laura crossed her legs elegantly, looking at the menu. ‘I think I’d like to try the salad,’ she pointed. ‘Mm-hmm. Think I’ll have pasta.’ The maitre’d returned with our drinks, noting down our choices on his pad,.