As arranged, she was in the lingerie department. When he got there she was talking to another customer about which bras were most comfortable. He brow...ed by them for a few minutes and then picked up a lacy and filmy bra that wouldn’t hide much. He walked over to Annette and said. “I think this would look terrific on you.” The other woman’s jaw dropped a few inches and looked at the young man with wide eyes waiting for Annette’s reply. Annette smiled coyly at Marc and said, “Why would you say. I tied them to opposite ends of the wench's off-used bed, went downstairs and had a drink."You ruined a good day's trade," said one of the ladies I had rescued from British ardor, the one I had labeled Camille."Might'a made a crown, even more," said the other."I'll make it up to you," I said. "Promise." I looked at the girl I had tossed the heavy purse to, and she winked at me over her gin glass.All the while I was pondering what I was going to do with my catch. I doubted than any of this bunch. .. well ... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's cervix so that during those two orgasms (at least) his spooge shot straight into their nubile young wombs.So, you ask, why, if he was so huge, and went in so deep, and was undoubtedly extremely painful to have in you for the first two or three minutes, did all these. Carl let it happen to him, feeling Thomas lips andtongue kissing him as both the teen boy's hands fondled clumsily atCarl's chest.Carl's own hands stretched out and brushed against Thomas pants,feeling the bulge he'd seen before. It felt huge against Carl's tinyhands and that briefly startled him.Thomas pulled his head back, checking to see if everything was OK. Carlworried he might lose Thomas interest if Thomas thought too much aboutwhat and who he was making out with, and so Carl curled his.