His dick seemed to peer up at me with mild interest. He had a light dusting of pube above his penis and on his balls, with a thin trail leading up to ...is sculpted stomach. I was stunned, and could do nothing but stare at it for what felt like minutes. "Hey, you've got a cock to suck," he said forcefully, breaking me out of my gaze. He grabbed my hair and thrusted my mouth down onto his cock. So much for starting slow. His dick was forced down my throat and began to grow, as did the activity. Doesn't she deserve the opportunity to add maximum points for deflowering a virgin in her quest to become Slapper Supreme?So, Mr Ballcock, take your 'few hundred quid' and buy her some expensive gifts; I'm thinking some ridiculously pricey lingerie or babydoll nightie and a nice fluffy pair of kitten-heeled 'fuck me' mules for her to parade around before your straining, appreciative cock, and maybe some excessively over-priced perfume that she can rub down her cleavage for your olfactory. It seemed the owner of the keys where the one you were partnered with. A man walked over and claimed his keys. He and his partner had to strip in front of everyone and then took their place in front of one of the mattresses. When it came to my wife?s turn she reached in and pulled out a set of keys and held them up. Oh my god I thought, this is her first time with another man and a big black guy walked out and claimed his keys. Without hesitation my wife and the guy striped. Before they got to. I’ve got to see for myself what this Dong is,” Karl replied.“Just another islander legend. They needed a god to worship, Dong is it.” Anglerod theorized.“Great, we’re here to make a film about a myth,” Jack complained.“Bullshit,” Karl shot back. “That wall’s not there for no reason.”“You said yourself those people don’t even remember anything about when it was built,” Jack argued.“Did you see the gate, though? They’ve kept that thing together. There’s something in that island they want to keep.