Imagine a six-year-old boy with wavy, blond hair and huge blue eyes. Like an adorable little angel boy, except curled up in a corner with a fierce sco...l on his face, staring angrily around him. This was the way I found him when I walked in at the beginning of my workday. It was quickly decided that I should try to befriend him, while everyone else went for lunch. All previous attempts from the teachers’ side to coach him out of the corner into any activity had resulted in the boy screaming. Each time he reached back, he would be a little firmer as he slid his fingers across my crack. Until finally, during a downward stroke, he curled a finger and it popped in my hole. I barely reacted, it felt so soft and relaxing and wonderful. He continued sliding down, removing his fingertip and repeating the process again. Over and over he would slide his fingers down my crack, inserting one along the way. Then he changed it up a little and simply started rubbing my hole. I was surprised that. ' 'Please…' 'What are you?' 'I'm weak!' Barry replied in a hushed but anguished tone. 'I'm weak! Bronwyn,'he pleaded, 'can I see you?' 'I'm available tomorrow night at eight. Can you wait that long?' she teased.'There is a penalty,' she reminded him but Barry didn't care. Barry's heart sank, he had hoped that Bronwyn would be available that night,no matter what the penalty was, but he knew better than to argue. 'Yes,' hemurmured, 'I'll wait.' 'Poor darling. I'll be at the Ritz under the name. "It was all I could to imagine her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft. Her mouth was stretched out around his dick and I had to admit she did look rather sexy that way, whenever she sucked me it looked like she had a straw, but this man was making her face look hot. I was aghast when I realized I was rubbing my cock through my pants with my free hand, and I was hard as a rock. I figured since I can't stop it, I might as well enjoy myself. I slid my pants to the floor and began slowly.