”“Shawanda Jones can take care of herself. The Black Puma will be victorious. But, yes, I’m concerned. She’s ... my little girl.” He fought ...he urge to cry.“I told you we were going to fuck,” Griggs followed her. Grabbing her wrist, he spun her around to face him. Sheila backed away from him to the wall, pressed herself firmly against it. She scowled at him, putting her right hand behind her back.“No, we aren’t,” she insisted. “I’m not scared of you anymore, and I’m not letting you touch me. I felt so depressed?she blows everyone else, butI'm not allowed to cum? " Gary , I feel so honored by your compliments." Everyone laughed,and Marguerite went on. " Lambie is a slave-boy?they don't deserve blowjobs.I would rather blow Clematis over there?" she gestured at the sleepingbulldog?than put my mouth on that pencil between his legs." Wait, I thought she said I was big. " Lambie hasn't cum since New Year'sDay, and I want him to get the opportunity finally. I promised him in the. I was trying not to get carried away, but the images were so strong. I couldn't remember the last time such vivid images entered my mind. But somehow I did remember I wanted to get an early start, and jerking off in the shower would only put me behind the eight ball, time wise.So, reluctantly, I rinsed off and climbed out. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved and deodorised, and slapping my face with aftershave. My thoughts returned to Josephine, and I wondered at how she accepted the flogging. Urgh… ok. I’ll just get it out one more time, take a smell and tomorrow I will get rid of it. I took the bag and pulled out that bright pink thong. It looks so good. Smells so good. I enjoyed just looking at it.I wonder. What if? Could guys put them on too? Haha that’ll feel strange I guess. So little fabric. I kicked off my pants and boxer shorts and put on the thong. Oh wow! This feels so funny! And wrong. But nice. I… I like this a bit too much I believe. My brain is exploding at this point..