"Let's face it, your skin looks only a bit less pale that it would if you were dead..." I'm Scottish," I interrupted. "It's genetic. Anyway, when wa... the last time you saw any daylight around here?" OK, but even taking that into account, we still have the glasses and the acne scars. Then there's the... Well, there's no way of putting it delicately. You're a bit of a fat bastard."I nodded morosely. "I suppose I could do with losing a stone," I said."Or two." Well, two and a half, maybe. . I just kept starring at the floor. She then asked me had the person who made the marks on my legs and buttocks had sex with me. I just looked down without answering. Again she sighed. “Is there anything you can tell me about your bite, the marks on your legs or the bruises on your body,” she asked. I just shook my head no. “Were the wounds from a fall,” she asked. I just looked down. She gently lifted my chin up so I had to look her in the eyes, “Tori, I believe you were the victim of a. “What?”“That boot. Stuck to your foot, is it?”“It’s my foot. It’s well sore. I think I may have sprained my ankle.”“Bollocks!”Kurt wouldn’t look up. He was willing Damien to go away and leave him alone.“Why don’t you look at my dick again?”Kurt didn’t say anything. He felt ashamed that he was feeling this way about Damien. And he was blushing big time. He just sat there. Damien had caught him out. He knew how he felt about him. Then he pulled Kurt up from the bench and he saw his boner tenting. With that he headed over to the phone box and sure enough he went inside pulled the door shut but I could still see as it was full glass doors although half way up the door where the handle was , was a 3 inch line of metal, once onside he dropped his trousers and shorts and started stroking his erect dick, I couldn't see properly so I found myself getting out of the car and walking to the front of my car and leaning on the bonnet and watching a wonderful site of this stranger pulling on his.
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