She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened, half closed lids. The saline water of her tears seemed to enhance colours; the silver SS badge on...his tunic shone and branded her mind.Not waiting for her reply, he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. The resounding smack rebounded off the whitewashed walls. She would have screamed, but the tape across her mouth allowed for a muffled murmff only. Two grease-covered fingers entered her, spreading her lips and forcing her body to. I grew up very heterosexual and was the consummate jock and never veered in the gay direction or had any inclination to go there. I was always respectful with guys that buttered their bread on the other side but was very physical with any guy that crossed my line.The reason I was so nervous about being discovered and the reason I just couldn't be found in a compromising position is because I'm a fireman in a pretty large city and my face is pretty well known so to me the results of being. ’ The words were mock-angry and Manny grinned at me. ‘Not my fault if you’re a slave to the Man.’ ‘You got a lot of balls, saying stuff like that when you’re staying in my house.’ ‘At least I’ve got balls. Don’t you worry about all those electrical lines shriveling yours up?’ ‘At least mine won’t shrivel up from lack of use.’ My turn to scowl—Manny had me there. He’d been going with a girl named Helena for the last few months. I was surprised to find she was a fair bit younger than Manny, but. But I digress. Brittany works as a bookkeeper at one of the local accounting firms, which I use for my business, and that is where I met her. She is about 5′ 4′, so I have about 13 inches on her. Just kidding — I’m six inches taller than she is, the other seven inches are someplace else. Anyway, Brit is a charming and attractive gal, who just turned 27 six weeks ago. She isn’t one of those models or movie stars who I read about in a lot of on-line stories. Just a good, solid woman with a nice.