Then I felt the most incredible pain as either Grandpa or his friend slapped my bare cunny. Then my legs were pushed apart and I was slapped again �...� a scream tried to exit my mouth – but it was too full of my uncles peepee so it came out as a gurgle. He asked them to do it again as whatever they did make my throat convulse around his cock and he liked it. I now knew that his peepee was called a cock.I was slapped again – twice – in quick succession, and I tried to lift myself off the. "Are you staying on for the cabinet meeting?"Anthony's question interrupted Donnie's thinking."Yes, I think it might be quite interesting given the circumstances," he replied.The BBC film and production team eventually managed to rescue Glen Tantur from the FM and they packed up their kit in record time before leaving Bute House. Having vented his anger on the journalist, the First Minister was actually in a reasonable mood."How do you think the interview went?" he asked Donnie."Good," Donnie. Squaring off again, she pauses to bring her gloves on either side of her breasts and squeezes them forward. 'bloody top...' she mutters. He wonders if she'll notice his shorts are now mis-shaped at the front. Raising her gloves again, she charges forward at him, catching him off guard and landing two jabs to his head before he has chance to block. He falls back as she giggles again. 'Bugger this' he thinks and launches back, hitting her in the stomach and an off target swing that connects with. "It makes sense too. You are covering your obvious homosexuality by pretending to be homophobic." I had some good rough sex with guys like that. "That's the dumbest thing you said all week!" Josh exclaimed, maybe too quickly. "Really?" I replied. "Your boner doesn't seem to agree with you." All the guys looked over at us, wanting to know what is going on. Josh's average dick was throbbing in the cool air, and was fully erect. He had no excuses. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. "Fuck.