“You little bitch, you can't even do as you're told. I'm not done with you yet.” I grab one of the plastic chop sticks left from lunch. His dick t...p is oozing precum. I take the end of the chop stick & start to work it in his urethra. He wiggles & grimaces under the the sensation. “Aww look, we got just under half of it in there. If you were hung the way a man should be hung you could take more”, I laugh, loving his uncomfortable situation. Going over to the shelf I grab a polished marble. I could feel Kevin's ass clench and leaned my neck back to let the torrent of sticky semen to slide right down my throat without choking. For a guy with the smallest cock in the room Kevin made up for it with the amazing volume of sperm he unleashed into my throat. I managed to take three big gulps before allowing it to pool up in my mouth and eventually run over the side of my cheek. Kevin slumped back down on the couch and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I swallowed down the last. The house was owned by a pair of lesbians who needed a lodger to help with the last bit of the bills, but so far had only found homophobes or horn dogs trying to get into their pants. Because I was neither of these, and I managed to help out with little household chores, they absolutely adored me and I could get away with pretty much anything, including a mildly psychotic ex-girlfriend. ‘That’s very generous of you, but I wouldn’t want to impose.’ ‘Oh don’t worry. There’s plenty of space.’. This time they went straight to thebedroom. "Which is your wardrobe Mr. Church?" Danasked. "That one why?" He pointed to the smaller ofthe two wardrobes. Dan opened it without comment andsmiled as he produced a very elegant looking bluecocktail dress, followed by a simple black dress.Unfortunately there was no leather dress, but then hereally didn't expect to find one. "Does this belong to you sir?" Dan asked, holding upthe full-length cocktail dress. "Of course not, itmust be my wife's.".