It was almost 7 inches long and about half the size of my wrist. Almost every night I would get completely dressed and then drink wine until tipsy and...go to my bed where I had mounted the rubber cock on my bed post. I would suck it and turn around and fuck myself on it. It hurt a lot at first but after I got used to it and was a little ‘stretched out’ back there I found I could hit my ‘spot’ and I made myself crazy. I believed I was gay and I was very much in the closet. I was getting a little. “Straight up, de bollocked, cunted titted and all that gender reassignment crap and they are fine,” he laughed.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“Fucking County boundary runs along the Canal!” he laughed.“So?” I asked.“Fifty yards up road so if they can’t walk there we stick them in the Transit and let some other dopey cunt worry about it!” he said.“So you are?” I asked. I was getting to like him already.“Nobby,” he says, “You want to see the facilities?”“That’s why I came,” I agreed.We went out back,. “You’re late,” Whitaker’s said as they walked through the apartment entryway.Taylor pulled up short, Kara almost running into him, both because he hadn’t expected her to be home and because he wasn’t sure how to take the next step after the ring yet.“I...” he started and paused, his mind going blank.“We drive slow, talk about appointment,” Kara said smoothly, weaving around past him.“Did Crawford call you?” Whitaker said, accepting the explanation.“About going to see the girl headed home to. “I mean, I think we could maybe work something out for… let’s say, an instructional fee…” He turned his head to the side and smiled at me. “Of course. And maybe I could even set up these lunch hour appointments for you. That is, if I can keep fucking that tight little ass of yours every Friday afternoon.” “Mmm… I think we can arrange something that like that,” I said with a devious grin. “You are definitely one of the bad girls, Brooklyn. And I’m absolutely loving it.” After that afternoon,.