He hesitated. Mycrofts arms settled around him easily, knowing what was coming, but he always needed Sherlock to voice it. Tell me, Sherlock. What can...I do for you? he murmured. He fumbled a bit for words. Let me … let it go. Take control. Ill do whatever you want, My, anything. Sherlock looked up to his brother, shifting on his feet restlessly, hoping that that answer would suffice. His desperation was starting to show already. Mycroft hummed, stroking his dark curls gently before laying a. The entrance to Ted’s was at street level and consisted of a foyer behind a dark doorway with a curtained doorway which I guessed was a cloak room and a set of steps which led down to the very large dimly lit bar area. After an hour I was regretting my decision as the place was practically dead and the couple of people I chatted to didn’t have any real appeal to me. The only good point was the the very nice blonde TGirl working behind the bar, called Laura. She was a bit older than me and was. “Fuck me in the ass lover” she whispered as her husband stared in silence.I positioned my cock at her tight sphincter, as I slowly fed my cock into her tight puckered ring. She sighed the most delightfully sexual sigh, as my cock invaded her ass. Her asshole clamped around my rock hard cock as she began to ride my cock. The feelings were sensational as the filthy slut gave her ass to me willingly in front of her husband.“This is how he fucks me when you’re not there. You can see why I love his. Whilst I might have averted being pole-axed up the rear by The Mighty Dong, had my master instead committed me to ingesting a veritable spunk tsunami?So the scene was set. As the late afternoon turned the plant house's interior crimson, I took up my position on all fours on the table. Algie lubed himself ready to enter my behind; and Albert had already started leaking pre-cum as he pressed his mushroom-headed cock against my lips. Algie grasped my hips tightly, while Albert tenderly held my.