Thepadlocks he put through each of my nipples cause my titsto hang heavy and swing. Tyroneloves that. As I crawl, my eyes are rivetedon his cock. hang...ngthere half hard between his strong brown thighs. Hewants me to only look atcocks...not even bother with guys faces orbodies...my eyes are to bealways looking at cock. Even when black guys pass meon the street, I am to look atthe lumps in their pants and imagine how bigand tasty their dicks are. Ihave learned that there aremany different tastes. ‘Please halt, Widow. M’lord is upon the ramparts, let us ask his leave.’ He then shouted out, ‘M’Lord may the Widow Gwen pass this way?’ ‘Give her leave Giles’, was mine grant. The Widow Gwen brought much ease to mine mind. She was but one, of few, widows of past enemies made when their mates were slain for their defiance of my authority. There were many women made widows of in past times of war. A great number cursed mine person in their grieving wails. Gwen was one of scarce few whose loss. I could see very little actual penetration and was left to my imagination. In my mind's eye I saw his impressive cock pressing apart her buttock cheeks and slowly advancing up her rectum. She moaned and squirmed against Dad as he pumped furiously away. When it was over dad papped out of the shower towards the location where he had set down the camera. His cock was still quite erect but was slowly beginning to loose density. The image cut abruptly off. DISC TWOThat had. “I think you’ll find that we are very professional in what we do,” Titus said. He pointed to a chair and said, “Have a seat.”“Thanks,” Charlie said.Titus said, “Before we get to your problem, there is the matter of payment. Ten dollars and a favor for the first solution and add a zero for each solution after that, but no further favors.”Charlie pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it over to Titus. Titus handed him a receipt for the ten dollars and then asked, “What is your problem?”“I’m.