He was kissing me on my neck. I was totally shocked and completely turned on. I turned around and looked up at him. Me being 5'2", I generally had to ...ook up at everybody. He was quite tall however. A full foot taller than me. When I looked up at him and we kissed hard. He had his hands under my shirt, feeling my breasts. I could feel his raging hard-on on my body. I was groping his cock through his shorts. He then lifted me up onto the cases of beer we were standing against. I was so turned on. It helped lube my throat so I could manage to slide it past my gag reflex. Once I did that, throat fucking him was no problem. We were in no hurry this morning, so I took my time, and once I had him deep throated, I practiced a new technique I had been working on. I would keep him lodged all the way in, my nose in his pubic hair, and try to swallow. This worked my throat muscles up and down his shaft, milking him without even moving my head. I could do it perfectly with my brother, his cock. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don't know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,"You'd better take your t-shirt off boy,it's really dusty in here and you don't want your mum to bawl at you"So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I'm doing all the graft and he's just sitting there. You’ve been working hard all week, and now it’s time for you to relax and enjoy yourself … you know, submit … we’d like to spend time with you in the dunge…. I mean playroom. Let us do whatever we want with you tonight so you experience pleasure and not have to think about anything … let go and let us be naughty with you …““Is he going to be OK? He’s not going to hurt me, is he? I mean, I let you do things to me in there, but I don’t know this Spanker. What’s he like?”“Hey, he’s a great guy..