"Claire nodded and looked a little sceptical,"This isn't some sort of joke? Some sort of betor dare, or something stupid like that."I was getting wear..., I inclined my head andlooked at Claire, "You might think I'm crazywith all this, but I am not stupid."She nodded and raised her hands, "OK, OK, I'msorry. Just checking."We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was tootired to try to think of anything else to sayand just waited for her to speak again. Clairelooked deep in thought and after a while. He heard enough from the head of YouthTech on a weeklybasis, and didn't need the asshole's words ruining a normally goodmagazine. He scanned the screens again (the reporters were now in thewaiting room) and then turned the page to a feature on the war on smallfarming in Tunisia.*** Vernon Reese and Wade Crass poured over the YouthTech catalog'swide variety of offerings. "I can have my ass corrected while we're here, you know," Vernonsaid mockingly to his counterpart. Wade, still bearing the. Though we'd just showered together before leaving, watching her undress in the car, on a public road, with the inside lights on, added a dangerous spin for a sexy and modest woman ... as if she were one. Her eyes took one full orbit as a residual effect of the booze.She peeled her shirt off her shoulders and I dared her to toss it in the back seat, out of reach. Her jaw dropped in mock shock. Since the road was still empty, she grinned and tossed the shirt then bravely sat back topless.. ..where's your grease at Sinclare...' Mister Sinclare replied '...yeah that's right I'm gonna need a little something to open up this here ass hole. Look there by the chair...' I could see but I knew he got the grease and smeared it into my buttcrack and into my anal opening. Mister Sinclare said to them '...this boy's ass seem to tight for y'all to have been fucking it like you said. I'm gonna have me some fun today...' I winched in agony as Mister Sinclare pushed his semi hard penis into my.