I knew he was a homosexual, and on the way home he described some of his experiences. After a while, he suggested that we stop somewhere along the way... We were both a little high, and I pulled over on a dark side street. For a few seconds we continued to talk, before I seized the initiative and reached over and grasped his cock. Without wasting time on prelimi-naries, I unfastened his pants and pulled them down. I ran my hand over his cock and balls for a minute or two before tak-ing it in my. . Stood there boldlySweatin’, in the sunFelt like a millionFelt like number oneThe height of summerI’d never felt that strongLike a rock{br}I was eighteenDidn’t have a careWorking for peanutsNot a dime to spareBut I was lean andSolid everywhereLike a rock{br}(Offstage oohs from my singers)My hands were steadyMy eyes wereclear and brightMy walk had purposeMy steps werequick and lightAnd I held firmlyTo what Ifelt was rightLike a rockLike a rock, I was strong as I could beLike a rock, nothin’,. It was a belt. A piece of broad leather that tapered down to a narrow tongue. He held the brass buckle in his hand as he stepped close to Renee.His cock dangled at a level with her face. It was so close she smelled the odor of stale semen and urine. Blue veins as thick as pencils wandered around it, clasped it, throbbed to a heavy, pulsating beat.Already the saliva poured unbidden into her mouth. She caught the dangling prick between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes. She scooped them up and threw them on to the table.Miss Dawkins wondered at the almost enthusiastic approach that Stella was now showing and was more and more convinced that she enjoyed being punished and, thinking that might be the case, she looked sternly at Stella and ordered in her normal officious tone, “Get across my lap.”Stella bit her lip as she looked down at Miss Dawkins thighs before easing herself down and across her lap and even enjoyed looking at the backs of her legs.Miss Dawkins.