I was dazed for a moment by the light of the sun that shone on my face, realising it had been two days since I had seen sunlight. I sat up and frowned...at him, almost forgetting my lack of clothing until he quickly looked away with a brief smirk and gave me a chance to cover myself, he handed me a tray with a small breakfast laid out upon it, two slices of toast, three boiled eggs and a slice of some salty meat that I ate quickly and without speaking. When I was finished he took the tray and. Victoria, hot on his heels, stopped dead in her tracks. There stood Patch, flanked by Jean and Harry, facing her with a huge card round his neck saying "Happy Birthday Mistress Victoria." Her eyes filled with tears and her face contorted with emotion."Oh God!" she whispered. "Patch! My lovely, lovely Patch! I don't believe it."She walked forward slowly with her hands outstretched. Patch nickered in greeting. She reached up in slow motion to take his face in her hands and gazed up at him. Patch. “Piss, boi,” he demanded.De’Shane began urinating. “Oh my god,” he wailed.Trent stood up and grabbed his shorter femboi lover. He scooped up the slim-built faggot and French kissed him deep and long. “Mmm,” purred the sissy bottom.“Dammit, sissy boi! You got me gay as fuck up in here!”“You like this faggot ass?”“Hell yeah! You want this big White cock, you Colored sissy boi?”“Yes, Daddy Sir!”“Open that booty hole up.”Trent slid the skinny, O-shaped booty vixen down to his engorged 8-inch shaft.. Her eyes would always drop when she saw that. The only time that Sian looked at him was after their longest embrace. Bridget was clearly excited with her hips pressing against Sian’s leg as the kiss ended. One of Don’s hands was below the counter and although out of sight, she could see his arm moving back and forth. She tried to ignore him as she followed up by giving Bridget a little kiss before starting to clean again. When the room was clean, the two of them came into the kitchen to eat the.