He continued to play this game until I held his gaze, my eyes glaze over with need, then he let go firmly and my nipples were both clamped. He tugged ...n the chains a few times, just out of simple enjoyment of my reaction. He stood above me for what felt like minutes, but was most likely only seconds. My body was shaking from the intensity at which it had been used up until now and I was desperate to feel him inside me. "Please sir, please can I touch your cock sir?" I surprised myself by. After I had my two hot dogs and diet coke, I began to walk around. As usual there were a couple of politicians hanging out there. Seniors vote more than young citizen, I was informed by a man in a straw had. He was billed as the champion of the farmers. I let him shake my hand though I didn’t plan to vote. I hadn’t been eligible to vote in over twenty years. Since I just didn’t care who ran the government, I didn’t plan to register. The government would never be run the way I wanted it to be. I look up into those big black eyes of hers as I hesitantly sink to my knees. If this what she wants me to do, it will not be so bad. Actually, I think I’m going to enjoy this. She is drop-dead gorgeous. She scoots closer and starts to pull up her tattered excuse for a dress. I inch closer to her crotch, eager to see her… A big black dick breaks free from underneath her rags and smacks me right in the face. She lets out a laugh. She has got a dick? What the fuck? It’s huge. At least a good 10. Right now her face was set in a frown, but he saw definite evidence of laugh lines. She was definitely American, which intrigued him, as American teenagers were not very common London coffee shop employees. She made no attempt to imitate a British accent, but she seemed to know the slang pretty well, which meant she had lived here awhile. Greg was shaken out of her reverie by a hand waving in front of his face. Startled, he noticed that there was a line behind him, and the girl looked more.