Stacy had even tried to keep her eyes shut, but was unable to tear her gaze away from the scene which played itself out obscenely on the TV screen in ...ront of her.The sound started first, while the screen remained blank. "Please," came the voice over the TV speaker - HER VOICE! "Please let me fuck you. I want to fuck you." The picture faded up, with her - Stacy - clearly visible in the centre of the room, looking over at some unidentifiable person on the bed. "Please," she repeated. "Please let. There's a motel right up the highway. We could be there in tenminutes."Rose had just ingested a large sip of her whisky. The vulgar suggestioncaused her to choke the alcohol squirted out her nose and ran down herlip. Steve nonchalantly picked up his glass and took a long drink.Before she could vocalize her thoughts, Steve reached across the tableand with his finger wiped the moisture off her upper lip.He pulled back his finger and sucked the liquid off it saying, "I hate towaste good. Tell, don’t ask.”Steve laughed again. “Cuck, strip naked so we can see your cage.”“Yes, Sir.” I turned to Brad. “Sir, where may I put my clothes?”“Throw them in the corner over there.”I stripped naked and threw my clothing, as instructed, in the corner. The guys all laughed again as I stood there wearing only my cock cage.Steve said, “Damn, that looks uncomfortable. What happens if you get a hard-on?”Bill said, “Look how small his dick is. It probably wouldn’t matter. He doesn’t even fill the. She always has been that scrawny brat that followed me about, getting in the way or the girl I would sit upon and tickle until she cried. The seasons changed and unknown to me she had grown up and now has gentle curves. You know how it is, you see someone every day, and you fail to notice the changes in them.This fishing hole was one of my best-kept secrets and I knew that we wouldn't be disturbed on this hot August day. We lay on the riverbank, our lines forgotten as Sam and I dozed in the.