And he groaned inwardly as he hastily collected together again the s**ttered tiles. If he did not finished his task in the time that had been allotted...by his overseer, he would experience considerably more than one such cut.The overseer in question was a woman recently appointed to the palace staff whose youth and beauty were allied to a relentless cruelty. She was out to earn herself a reputation in her new appointment and the slave knew she would thrash him without mercy if her orders were. What kind of man wondersround putting down or dropping pairs of pantyhose in the street? Aserial killer, a rapist or a bank robber, I found myself answering, orany combination of the three. I couldn't be seen putting or dropping thepantyhose so I quickly stuffed them in my suit pocket, excited by howthey felt in my hand.I had never held anything like this in my hand before. This wasdifferent to my normal humdrum existence.I got to the shopping centre and went into the local supermarket to. It had been taxing on my spine and unsatisfying because I wanted to suck the whole thing. I wanted to feel it slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat like I'd seen women do in porn movies. I wasn't attracted to guys, but sucking my balls and licking the soft skin between my nuts and asshole was something that I imagined. I would cum in my mouth and swallow the load, but not someone else's. Did that make me gay or just weird?I peeled a banana. Maybe if I could get a girl to give me a. Phil asked, “So what’s the verdict?”Standing up, Jake said, “There’s only one thing wrong with it.”“What’s that?” Phil asked.“It is a piece of garbage,” Jake said.“Can it be fixed?”Jake said, “Easily.”“How?” Phil asked.“Just replace everything on this side of the electrical socket,” Jake answered.Phil laughed and said, “Okay. I get the picture. I should just throw it out and get a new one.”“Got it in one,” Jake said.Phil pulled out a ten dollar bill and said, “I said that I would pay you ten.