He had worked beside me a few years earlier and had played rugby for our local team before moving down to the city. I used to play when I was younger ...o I liked to watch the games. He explained that the they were celebrating the teams win that afternoon against one of their big rivals, and the six of them had rooms for the night as they all lived out of town and were not intending to drive after a good piss up. He knew Ellen slightly as she used to attend some of the games so we chatted for a. Was that what Giles was after? Her mind drifted back to when he'd pinned her. Power? She was almost there, but not quite.She thought that after she'd acknowledged his look, she might find out sooner what exactly was on his mind. It didn't seem he was going to be very forthcoming, however, in the days that followed. Normal. Everything was so painfully normal that she could almost scream. Giles was nothing less than a gentleman, even while he tossed daggers at her and briefed her before her. Make me hard, he ordered and spread his legs standing almost in my face. Grabbing my ears he twisted and slammed his hips into my face, I sucked his half limp member into my face and worked his dick with my mouth and tongue. Gosh I thought, already? he was semi limp, but I could feel the expansion as he moved my face back and forth. That's right, he said, make it wet, make it slimy, this'll be your lube, and he laughed a sardonic laugh, but there was no mirth behind it. When I looked up. The i let go and your own weight is impaling your body deeper and deeper. when it stops i start to put some weights on you and explain that i want to see how much you stretch; very, very much indeed, and you start to moan and groan a bit. after a while i pull you back up again and repeat the same with your ass. i am amzed how much both your holes are stretching and i can see some tears running down your face. '"do you want more weight, you slut?", "yes, pleeeeease" and so you get it.This goes.