Don unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them off. You were naked in the moonlight. Your body glowed with lust. You pleaded to us, "I need you naked." We...pulled our clothes off. He had a fat prick with an enormous bright red head. He was finger-fucking you while I ran my prick between your ass cheeks. I got down on the bench and pulled you to me. You sat on my prick and he pressed against your ass. You reached into your cunt and got some lubrication. You reached behind to Don and lubricated his. She explained that the wig was currently an asset in the motel'sinventory and I needed to take exceptional care of it. She then grabbedmy testicles through the panties and squeezed just like earlier and toldme to nod if I understood. I quickly nodded. She released my balls andstarted brushing the wig out. While I rubbed my sore butt, I wonderedwhat she meant about the wig. I thought it was given to me.Finally, it was time for the lipstick. She told me that she was going togive me a tube and I. One of them was Finlay Pearson, much more than a butler and employee. He was a dear old friend.War has been avoided and while tensions are high, peace has been restored; yet this brief period of violence was not without suffering, injury and death. We stand before the remains of twenty two of our co-workers, employees, crew members and friends. The reason we stand here and do not share the same fate as them is thanks to a young and new friend of mine, Eric Olafson. Let us pledge in the memory. I remember the first girl I humped with it. She screamed for an hour and begged for another reaming. So now I’m “Meat,” Mike Meat McGill, and I can fire my splooge out almost two yards on the first ejaculation and usually get five or six more good thick ropes after that, flying wigglers. When my testicles are full, they feel like billiard balls, and they’re almost that big, and when I get ready for action, my scrotum tightens up its like I’ve got a baseball in the sac at the base of my eager.