Hands are groping after our wobbling buttocks, whips are cutting into our naked thighs and the boldest fingers even reach the frightened fruits in our...groins. On a risen wooden platform stands a handsome young prince, just ready for auction. His hands are bound over his head on a gallows and the rude auctioneer teases his frightened cock with a leather whip and squeezes his pendulous balls with his rough hands to make the juvenile manhood stand stiff to the public attention. A warm rush of. Isabella pushed through the doorway, and we headed up the staircase toher third floor apartment. I noticed the exposed tiles were allcracked, while the carpeting appeared to be soiled and decades old.We made our way up to the third floor and Isabella fiddled with her keysto find the ones to open the three locks on the door. She pushed thedoor open and said hello to the one roommate who was home at thatmoment.Isabella explained to her roommate that her boss had decided to give herroom and. Well it was a half step as we were in the bushes on the fence line. We didn’t want a two hundred dollar on the spot smoking fine each. Funny how we never thought of a court appearance for public indecency or possible gaol time...Fuck the human sex drive it doesn’t stop to think about the location...it’s all about the act. Our tongues and hands did their preliminary work in overdrive. An accelerated distorted joint bodily framed sequence of getting through clothes to the horny bits. I mean she. .. (Romantische Variante)Eigentlich fuehrte ich ein ganz normales Leben. Ich hatte einen Job beieiner groesseren Kaufhauskette, wo ich im Service taetig war. Es war derperfekte Job fuer mich, denn ich war die Schnittstelle zwischen Verkaufund Technik, so hatte ich praktisch keinen Kundenkontakt und musstemich auch nicht mit den ganzen technischen Zeugs rumschlagen. Es warein richtig gemuetlicher Verwaltungsjob mit eigenem kleinen Buero...Mit meinem Job war ich recht zufrieden, und eigentlich.