He giggled and stood up. He turned his back toward me and dropped his pants and underwear. He took something from his pocket and I watched as he sprea... it around his anus. Then he arched his back and pushed his curvy ass back at me in an invitation to fuck him. I stepped closer and eased my rigid dick into his ass. It went in slowly but steadily and he took it all. Wrapping my arms around his upper body I held him to me and drilled his ass. Looking over his shoulder I could see in the dim light. "That's no problem Mr. Steve I just need to text my boyfriend to pick me up a little later" That's fine by me, my wife won't be expecting me home anytime soon she knows I always work late"We both sat on the floor reorganising the papers into appropriate piles whilst chatting to each other."So what do you like to do in your spare time Kimmy?" Painting mostly, I usually do it when my boyfriend is over. He laughs at me when I get it all over my clothes" Ha, you like to get messy I assume" Steve. "Hello, I'm Celeste White, from next door. This came for you today and the driver left it but I wanted to keep it inside until you came home. So here it is." Oh, thanks, Celeste, I'm Alan Wolfe, please come in a minute," I offered and she stepped inside and I had her sit down."I don't drink much but I do have a glass of wine when I get home in the evenings, can I pour one for you? Red or white, I have both." That's nice, yes, red's fine," she answered and I went to the kitchen and soon came. Styles, who was billed as in charge of the punishment broadcast, thought she would make a nice interviewee prior to the actual punishment of the boys - he also thought that showing the reaction on her face during and after the castrations would add a nice touch. So, when the big day came, Charlotte filed into the public gallery (which was, for now, curtained off from the execution chamber) along with her own torturers Otto, Jonathan, Ralf and John, as well as four girls she didn’t know. Mr..