I felt each cheek, leaned in and kissed his beautiful, young, pink pucker. I wet a finger and tried to push it in and he was tight. He whimpered so SM...CK and I left a hand print."No complaining, you wanted this remember" Yes" he replied.I grabbed his balls and thumped each one, "That's yes sir, or yes dad. You decide and stick to it, no switching back and forth." Yes dad" he replied meekly.While still tugging at his balls, I wet my finger again and pushed it into his ass, there was no noise. Well, we can, but nothing’s going to come from it.”I said, “Why don’t I just state the obvious? This sounds like something from one of those James Bond movies that you girls had me watch.”Mike said, “There are also file headers regarding approved and denied Fleming stories.”Margie held up her hand. “Hang on. You’re telling me ... all of us ... that there really is some kind of secret group like SPECTRE out there, working for global domination? If it were anyone but you, I’d call bullshit. But. As it turns out, I didn’t go running right back to him. The guilt I’d shoved back for my temporary pleasure hit me full blast when I got home. I sobbed in the shower for ages. The worst part was I didn’t regret it. It was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life, and I just hated that it was so messed up.I ignored Patrick’s calls for the day and spent the night at my friend Sophie’s, just in case he showed up. I doubted he would—he couldn’t be that desperate for pussy—but I was too. The girls he worked with were all far too materialistic to even consider dating a guy who didn’t own their own car, so that cut them out. He supposed it might possibly be one of his cousins, but as he only saw them at weddings and funeral he didn’t know how to tell. As she thrust her hands deeper into her pockets and picked up her pace, he struggled to keep up, moving over to her side of the road to keep her in sight through the late night traffic. It was only when she started running that he.