"Why would I do that? I know I can be a bit irresponsible at times but..." Have you spoken to her about it?" I'm still in shock to be honest. It wasn'... what I'd planned." Life generally doesn't conform to a plan. I think she's probably looking for a bit of reassurance from you at the moment." I know. I know. I'm just not good at that sort of thing," he confessed."None of us are, but sometimes you need to make the effort." What's going on with your wife?" She's left me." Shit. Sorry." Don't be.. His fingers softly ran down from my neck, to my arm down to my thighs. I swallowed my spit as I felt my cheeks starting to burn up. “Johanna, I want you” he simply said biting his lip. Did my brother just say that? He grabbed my hand and guided it down to feel his dick rising. “Oh Ryan” I said starting to get a tingly feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long, your hot sexy petite body up against mine I want to know what it feels to be in you” he said running his hands up and down my thighs. He. Both my friends just giggled and whispered that I was crazy – I was not crazy, unless you call being super horny crazy. Nothing happened at the hole, and I thought that we must have struck-out. I decided to take a look through the hole and see if any guys were using the stall that was on the other side of the wall. As I went to look through the hole, I got poked in the eye with an average sized cock. Kind of surprised me.. I pulled back and got a good look at the cock that was sticking. Patty knew she had committed the unforgivable, a slave that attacked her master would be killed, usually very slowly in public as a deterrent to other slaves. Patty knew she was doomed. Master looked down at her, no one else seemed to be about. Patty began to plead with Master, “please kill me quickly my Master, I lost control and I am sorry but to see my self in that cylinder was more than I could take! Please do not let them torture me in the square, I have been a good slave and I loved.