." you thought to yourself, "... and maybe my rabbit to help take the stress away."You got a quick sense of heat penetrate your nether regions at the ...hought of your favorite toy. It's not quite as good as the real thing, but when you need to get something done, it does the job as long as you want it! Picturing the evening ahead gets your mind off of work and onto an enticing evening by yourself.Unfortunately, however you still have to take the 1hr long subway ride to get home. Your dreaming. I didn’t have time to get the first wad down before the second arrived. Bigger than the first. His balls were banging my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed his balls until this point. They were huge and hung low in his scrotum. But not now. I can’t begin to describe the mental state I was in at this time. Without touching my own cock, it was rock-hard, and eight inches with the mushroom head I think everyone has seen. The humiliation, degradation, even shame of sitting on a filthy toilet seat, sucking. He said his cock was locked up and was allowed to shag off once a month. He was allowed intercourse with his wife only on his birthday. He watches week after week his wife getting fucked by studs with big dicks. The only regular contact he has with his wife's pussy is him cleaning it off after each session. And few times he was forced to clean up the bull's cock. He said that disgusted him but I was licking my lips when he said it. I asked him why he was telling me all this. He said his. I could feel my nipples harden as both hands began caressing them. I started to turn with Susan’s name on my lips when I realized that this wasn’t Susan holding me but Cynthia. “Oh Christ” I thought “What the hell is going on now?”As I completed my turn a pair of young, tender lips mashed to mine and Cynthia’s tongue snaked into my mouth faster that a striking cobra searching out every nook and cranny before engaging my tongue in a lightening dual. As quickly as the kiss started it ended and.