He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while leche...ously contemplating the tightly rounded, naked young ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so patiently been schooling in the sinful skills of incestuous sex. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Aaron Newell's fire-eating daughter bitterly unloaded on him!. ..her moans delight me so...I stand, turn, and click out of the room. More pleasures await down the hall.I click into another room. An entranced sissy leans forward on another training table, her head encased in a suspended leather harness. A hummer excites her pussy place. Her hands play absent-mindedly with the sissy-clit handles.I click my heels till I stand in front of her. She gazes at my thighs, my clitty with yearning. I let my perfume fill her head...And step forward, my clitty tip. As I came to my senses I fumbled with the zip on my black trousers and hurried over to one of the cubicles at the back of the toilets.Once inside I bolted the door and then let my trousers and pants fall to the floor. I gave my hard cock a couple of good tugs and felt air around my balls. As I looked down I started to unbutton my white school shirt, feeling air across my stomach, my cock was aching from being so hard. I stood there watching it twitch as the blood pumped through it and gave it a. I began to pee and thought for a few moments before feeling a hand on my shoulder.“Good, you are alone.” She stood behind me and looked over my shoulder at what was in my hand.“Yes.”‘She’ surveyed the glory of the bar’s restroom for drunken men.“It is cleaner in here than in the women’s room.”“Why are you in here?” I began to shake myself free of the last drops.“Because you are.”I tucked in and washed my hands before going to the towel dispenser and pulling off a section.“Are you going to be.