Why I am trying to irritate him? He can do what he wants. He can even kill me.For some time, I nervously walked back and forth. My ankle started achin... again. I propped myself on the windowsill and looked through the window. Too high. I can't do that. It is maybe five meters. Better play it safe. However, what is safe considering my situation?I was up all night. I tried to read a book but find it hard to concentrate. The television didn't help me to relax too. So I just lied and stared at the. It was time for their dinner.I watched hungrily as they lapped up the food i placed in their dishes. All the while patting and caressing them and slowly moved my hands to their sheaths and started caressing them. They tensed. They liked me and they definitely loved the feel of me cupping their balls and caressing their cocks. Slowly but surely i could feel them swelling in my hand as i grapped them. The dan was surprisingly even bigger than bull. I marvelled at the size of his organ and smiled. Crushing out a half-smoked cigarette, Jonas leaned against the boulder, twice as tall as either of them, "Earlier this week," he said, "Marigold came to me, very upset about her old friend Maya, who she hasn't mentioned in three and a half years. Says Maya's all screwed up in the head and how she feels responsible for it. Eventually, I coax what I think is the whole story out of her. She tells me about how she used me to get Maya sent away and how she was responsible for Maya being raped in the. Recently, Richard had been inviting me over to his luxury West End flat, maybe once or twice a week for the last couple of months. Richard had aspirations to be a respectable businessman and could afford an expensive apartment. On my visits I was invited to share a meal with him and his beautiful missus in the early evening, all sitting together in his posh dining room, and he expected me to dress up like a bleeding penguin for his formal dinners. They had a proper cook and a stuck up butler.