Une loge... en fait, plutôt un placard un balai. La petite pièce était à peine assez grande pour lui permettre de faire les cents pas. Trois pas d...ns une direction, et il se cognait contre un mur jauni par le temps. Il se retournait, faisait trois autres pas, et s'arrêtait contre une petite tablette vissée au mur, tablette au-dessus de laquelle on avait accroché un miroir terne et légèrement craquelé. Un tabouret bancal complétait le pathétique ameublement. S'il n'y avait pas eu le nom. The beast was allied with another of my enemies, a yellow feather-twit; one that could not fly very well no less. The beast we were watching was even more stupid than the one on the hill. It preferred to sleep atop a red box rather than within its master's lair. Perhaps it had no master, but a beast loose in the world without a master to control it was a prospect too frightening to consider. Perhaps that was why we were studying that particular hell beast. Whatever the reason, it was clear to. A few of the guys already in short pants began to remove their sandals or shoes. One grey head fellow came towards me dropping his pants, his penis was standing erect and oozing precum already. Mr. Ronald slipped a couple of fingers of lube up the crack of my behind and said 'I knew you would lead the way,' to the grey head fellow. The gentleman turned me around and bent me over a bad stool. His penis was a lot harder than I thought it would be, he rammed his sex tool up my butt with no mercy,. "You've got the body of a twenty year old mum"She giggled and bent to kiss me,"Rubbish darling and you know it is, but keep telling me anyway" Then her lips touched mine in a kiss, she tasted of the alcohol and moaned softly as I snaked my tongue between her teeth."No darling" she breathed into my mouth, "We shouldn't, it's wrong" What's wrong about it mum?" I asked as I stroked the flesh of her thigh just above the top of her stocking,She didn't pull away though, not even when I moved my hand.