As we sat at the bar downstairs and began communicating, Cliff had a really engaging expression on his face, as if special bond now existed between us...After formally introducing himself as Cliff Rawtenstall and telling me that he was a manager in a distribution warehouse, I asked about his unusual surname. Cliff then told me that his dad was British and now lived back in England after he had divorced Cliff’s mother, when he and his sister were fairly young. He also added that his dad’s family. Terry moaned and pushed his ass backward wanting more as the tongue tip penetrated his virgin ass. Terry then balanced his body on one arm as he reached down and stroked his small hard cock. He was close to erupting as he stroked it. As he was not fit and balancing his weight on a single hand was not a skill he had practiced he then fell forward landing on his arms and elbows allowing his ass to be arched higher as Ken licked his anus and then probed it with a long thick finger. Ken then. Me: No, this is not right. We shouldn’t do it. I am not your boyfriend or something to do all these things with.She: So, you would have done it if I was your girlfriend? (in a confident tone).Me: No, I still wouldn’t (nervously).She: That why I had to do all the drama. You surely know that how much I like you but you still didn’t say anything. Instead, you kept avoiding me. So I knew that even if I proposed to you, the answer will be ‘no’. And that’s why I planned all this drama.Me: No, we. His cock felt so good. He started up the wand. "Put your hands behind your back slut," he ordered. "You better cum for me you little whore." He barked his order at me. "That's right dad, you tell the filthy little cunt. You fill that cunt up with your cum dad and then I am going to clean it out, come on dad, fill her up for your little girl, fill that filthy little whore cunt." I was just a toy for them. I toy for their game. Something to be used. And I loved it. I wanted his cum in me and I.