“I think I’ll go and ask Claude.” Grace wasn’t ready to get fucked, just yet. She didn’t really want Mia to go and get fucked either, but sh... had to be reasonable. And realistic.“You can just watch. See how great it is.”“No thanks,” she had to smile back. Mia was testing her, a bit, but that was actually okay, in a way.“Join us in the gym, after?”“Okay.”She phoned, Claude sounded pleased to hear from her, and she went along to have a coffee. She sat in the stylish armchair at right-angles to. “Now you see son, that’s what a real man’s dick feels like. You’ve been playing with a little boy’s dick all these years and trying to satisfy your wife with something she can get at any high school. Go ahead boy, get down on your knees and wrap your hot pink lips around this black man’s dick and see if you can’t pull the seed from my balls,” he said as he applied pressure to both of my shoulders. I resisted a bit so as not make my true desires so obvious.As my body lowered, James stepped. “Everyone, north penalty box, double time!”Shameka beat me to the punch.“Looks like we’ll be having a learning opportunity.”I looked back at Shameka and grinned. I was going to respond, but Rhee beat me to that.“Oh, yeah. This’ll be good. I suspect that Coach will be making multiple points on this one. Beth, prepare to blush.”Shameka looked at Rhee, then me, then back at Rhee.“Why would she blush?”“Because I would put money on Coach praising Beth in some way, and I’d bet that it will be for her. So there Isit, legs splayed in the playpen wearing my booties and playing withfoam blocks? Is that any life for a man even if he is rather tiny andpuny for his age? Endless diaper changes and being fed the same blandbaby food and awful tasting formula? Confined all winter in my nurseryplaypen and on summer mornings being parked in an over-sized stroller inthe humid shade of the garden, the brake on, and strapped in my pinkharness with the little bells on it, the belts around my waist and.