She followed the crowd through the palace gates guarded by uninterested, bored guards. Through the gates she found a vast palace courtyard filled with...colorful tents and stalls. In the center of the courtyard stood an arena. To the side of the arena was a raised stand with seating for a hundred or so people, and placed right in the center of the seating, a raised throne. Some of the seats were occupied but most still empty. At the side of the arena a table had been set up. A smartly dressed. PygiaSurrealist artist Rene Magritte regarded his paintings as visual poems inwhich he sought to express the "secret affinities" between objects whichseemed otherwise wholly unrelated. He detested Freudian interpretationsof his work, regarding such readings as puerile and superficial, if nottotally irrelevant. Therefore, he would have been likely to rejectpsychoanalytical readings of La Philosophie dans le Boudoir (Philosophyin the Boudoir) (which he painted in two versions) and a similar. Her labia lips spread open to accept his bulging cock head. Looking down at Tony as he teases away she lusts to have his love sword fill her wanting wet snatch. He inserts his mushroom cock head into her hot juice box. Pushing gently he slides his cock balls deep in one quick thrust into her hot quivering mound of love pudding to the sounds of Linda's loud moans; she grabs his firm ass pulling him into her. He shoves his meat stick deep and quick into Linda as her juices and pelvic muscles. And I know that you may not agree to this, but it's going to happen. You may not think so, but you're going to enjoy it a lot. It's quite a bit bigger than yours (and at at least 7 inches, it was) but soon you'll be moaning in delight" and she leaned down and kissed my gagged mouth and whispered "I promise".The look on my face was no doubt terror as she brought out the lube again and this time was applying it generously to her rock hard cock. I wasn't gay...but I wasn't homophobic...and when.