M said she was a bit taken aback but as I have said before she finds it difficult to turn cock down. She nodded ok and Wes guided her back towards her...window frame, he turned her around and pushed her forward, she had to lean forward and hold onto the window ledge, he took hold of her arse and lulled it towards him. He moved her t shirt up around his waist and took out his big thick black cock. She said without any ceremony he stuck his cock straight into her cunt, she said she hadn't even. Overall, you are a size eight. Now put on the jeans.We don't have the time to waste debating about what to wear."I thought to myself, 'Oh boy! I'm a size eight,' as I pulled up thejeans, tucked in the 'blouse,' buttoned them, and pulled up the zipper.They fit. They fit real well and so did the pink, ah rose shirt. "Ok, sonow what?" I asked somewhat sarcastically. "Your jeans are a bit loose in the butt. Ideally there should be more ofyou back there but guys don't have the extra padding us girls. They were made to fear the worst, though on this day, they’d be treated to a spectacle they could never have imagined. Brought through to be lined up upon their knees in tiers which faced across an open plaza, those with balls and already primed by the spectacle of the hanged male, erected fully on their eyes being treated to the vision across the open expanse.The far side was occupied by a row of some twenty gallows, raised high up, and kneeling, trussed, naked and squirming on the high gantry. She wasmy Kenya.Lisa brushed a stray raven coloured hair behind her ear and smiled,"You're asking me what I want as a Valentines gift?" she chuckled softly,"I didn't think you did that sort of thing. If it was my birthday I'dunderstand."I paused in thought. "Lisa," I took her hands in mine, "I want this to bea Valentines Day we'd remember. I want the day to be something to lookback on with fond memories for the both of us."Lisa looked up at me, "In that case my sweet dear Michael." She.