His head was half shaved, he had a nasty-looking scar running down one cheek, and, most interesting, he had a tattoo of a rhino on his thick neck. Lot... of piercings, of course—more than I could count. The first words out of him were, “You got a great pair of jugs, kid.” His cock was already erect and he was also built like a bull in that respect, plus he had a hefty sac. Listen, I’m not choosy—any size cock is just fine with me; they all taste good. I knelt down on the filthy floor between his. He washaving trouble with holding the large heavy bouquet of flowers in hislap and he was having trouble keeping his head up. He began to fightto remain seated and smiling looking out upon the back yard as Madgelooked on. He gasped and struggled to sit still but he began to shakeat the effort until finally he issued a whimper then groaned weaklyas he swooned then fell off the padded seat to the floor in a loudrustling swish of taffeta, nylon chiffon and satin! Madge got up fromher chair. Timmy. How it was supposed to be. ?Look at me 790.? Little redness in the eyes. He was ok. ?You are doing better, 790. But I want you to dig even deeper. You need to dig deeper, 790, to hit your target. And your target is my target. That’s why it’s important. You do understand?? ?Yes Sir!? ?I need you to know, 790. I think you might need help from now on, so I’m keeping the control unit close. Okay 790?? ?Yes Sir!? I sent him on his way again with a slap to his right ass slab, the smoothness of his. "I wasn't expecting how cum would feel in my ass." Claire said. "What a relief, it actually feels kind of cool now that I know I'm not damaged. I think I was really starting to freak out."Claire and I both lay back on the bed, had another smoke and we talked about our night. I had apparently made an anal convert out of Claire and we were both looking forward to the new piss games that we could play the next time we got together. We fell asleep holding each other.In the morning I woke up with.