God do I wish you were here to swallow my cum.Just wondering, did your piss flow into the next cubicle? Can you imagine the look on your neighbours fa...e.It pleases me that you obviously enjoy your assignments and get a lot out of it. When you have finished editing your story I will give you a new and more exciting assignment involving a little 9 inch friend of yours. You have increasingly started to surprise me recently with your inventory of toys and garments. Explain more about your rubber. "Aghhh yessssssss...." Catching her mid-moan, he turned her around sealing his lips over her mouth. ‘Mmmmm! His tongue is so smooth,' she thought as it swirled in her mouth caressing hers. Her tortured body craved his manhood. She yearned for him to take her hard right there in the way that she had begged him to in her fantasies over the past few days as she masturbated and fantasized about their next encounter; "Oh Abdul...Please do it to me.... Take it.... Take me now.... Fuck me hard!" He. Angoni pulls the matting door aside and Trudi slips inside. The boy looks agitated and pokes his head out again for another peek."Are you sure no-one saw you miss?" he asks Trudi."Relax," she reassures him, "Mutti's having her siesta, Putti's drinking down at the hotel with the soldiers. All the servants are down at the river." I don't want a whipping, miss," the boy tells her nervously."No-one's going to harm you, Angoni, settle down!" Yes miss," the boy replies, looking at the floor.Trudi. The last thing in the world he would want to do was hurt me, he loved me more than anything, if there was anything he could do to make it up to me he would.There was the word I was looking for - "anything."I told him he really hurt me down there and I wanted him to fix it like he used when I got hurt.He argued back that washing it and putting bactine on it wouldn't work like it did on a scraped knee.I told him what made it better wasn't washing or bactine or even his clumsy bandages. What made.