Anyway, a crew of men were at the bottom of a ten-foot-deep utility trench when signs of water appeared where there should not have been any. I got th... men out of the trench and called the foreman over. He went down to look and, just then, the side of the trench gave way under the weight of sewer water. You see, a main sewer line running parallel to the trench had collapsed."When the trench wall gave way, the foreman's leg was snapped and his foot was trapped between two shoring timbers. Kathy. ”“Sure,” I replied, as sharp nails tore open the skin on my nape, sending electric jolts down my spine, causing my body to writhe in scrumptious torture, making me awfully aware of the tireless tightness in my trousers, washing away all my agony in just a glimpse of instant arousal, the soft, ardent breeze coming from between her luscious lips just inches from my ear having long ago catalyzed my decision. “I’ll keep my fingers to myself, then,” deliberately lying to you, too foolish to realize. So... strong... ooooh... w-wonderful... ohhhh M-Master... I truly am your slave!” Was it true?I sincerely hoped it was!Birgit began to get even more agitated. If this was simulated, it was wonderful acting. But I began to get the impression it wasn’t simulated. Those blue eyes were glazing, her mouth began to sag and gape. There was salivaoozing out of her lips.“O-O-Ohhhh... M-Master... I... I’m... going to c-come...yes... ohhh... yessssss... oooooh... Master... may I come?”“You may, slave,” I. If you dressed him in women’s clothing, he’d have fooled any homophobe. “Take me in your mouth,” he purred. I got on my knees between his legs and took his cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently at first, running my tongue around it. He was rolling his head from side to side in ecstasy. I kept playing with his balls as I had him in my mouth, then slipped my hand between his spread thighs, inserted my middle finger into his rectum, then the index finger as well. .