I had forgotten how attractive my bossy Aunty was.While Aunty June made a pot of tea, my mother complained to her aboutmy recent misbehaviour. She inf...rmed her of the spray-paintingincident, and Aunty June concluded, "Obviously he hasn't beendisciplined firmly enough." I felt Mum was exaggerating and pouted likea sullen child. Except for the one recent incident, I'd never beeninvolved in any kind of real trouble. Furthermore I was very small formy age, and usually meek, mild and timid, and I. You stand in front of the two men, looking at them, your pussy still dripping and your breasts moistened by the landlords cum which you have left to drip slowly down your body. You look at the pool table and seeing that is already a little well worn you look at the landlord for permission to sit on it, he gives a little nod and you perch yourself onto the table making sure that all the men can see. They push for position a little making sure that they can all see you and as you make yourself. ’ Gabriel fired off two images – one of his face and one of his butt covered in pink lace boyshorts. The thug asked if that was how he looked right now. Gabriel responded that he had taken both pictures the night before. The guy seemed satisfied. Twenty minutes later a new text arrived. -I’m on train. -OK. Great! What’s your name?’ -Call me D. -OK. I’m Bubbles. -I know. You smoke weed? -I do. But I don’t have any. -I got some. -Nice! I have liquor if you wanna sip on something. -Yeah! Be. . say it again he demands.Your pace gradually quickens. You begin using your cock like a weapon, forcing it down into my throat with every thrust. You pull my head back so that my throat is perfectly aligned with your cock, a straight conduit from my mouth to my stomach. Satisfied with this arrangement, you drive your hips forward, holding me by the back of the head. You are driving deeper than ever before. You ignore my squealing protests until you are buried deep down in my throat; your balls.