"Lets wait and see if it moves." Five minutes later and there had been no movement. I was panicking by now. My hands flitted up and down, like it had...no where else to go. Words of worry spilled out my mouth. "Oh, damn it, what do I do? There's the interview and my work, and now its all postponed! What will happen to my business? I can't just be here for hours waiting for someone to help us! Oh, its over. Its all over. What will we-" "Sh, its okay, Anniel," he calmed me down. "We'll call the. ” I cannot deal with this stress. “If you want more, better run fast, my freshly fucked lover. Today is the day the trash truck comes over.” “Cholera!” I scoot out the door, with cum in my mouth and a bag in my boot. This is the everyday shame I must endure. This is done to ensure my survival, ladies and gentlemen. Please stick around guys and gals. I am the boy-toy who will be Chaz’s rival of rivals. For now, I might as well be sucking on Hades’ semen, living in the world completely filled. Fearing for herself she obediently did so feeling the soft grass and leaves under her bare knees. “Now!” The greasy teenager leaned down to her face. “Look nice and sad for us!” He grinned. Tracey didn’t need to look sad. She already was sad and looked up at him with a pitiful puppy dog look. Her eyes were now reddened with tears. “Perfect!” He smiled with a wicked look on his lips.He flicked off his shoes and pulled off one of his mouldy looking socks. Leaning down he kissed Tracey on. Wanda’s eyes tended to look more and more at his firm legs and poorly concealed cock than the TV. Brian’s cock would peak out the end of his shorts when he would lift his arms up to stretch.I saw this by accident one night and was impressed with not only the length but the thickness of his cock. Flaccid it was at least 9 inches long and as thick as my wife’s wrist.Wanda would stare at it and moan softly every time it would happen; the crotch of her panties would start getting darker and darker.