His revealed torso was big and nicelydefined, with quite a bit of thick, lightly coloured hair. I could see hewas tenting already in his jeans. He g...abbed the back of my head, andpulled me straight in to his crotch, rubbing his dick across my facethrough the jeans. My hands tentatively touched on his big legs, thenmoved up to the top of his jeans.He pushed me back, undid the buttons, and pulled the jeans and his pantsdown just enough to get his big dick out. And it really was a fuckingjumbo. The young guy gasped, "I'm gonna pass out! Let's go back to the changing area."We put our shorts back on and went into the same cubicle as they had used last week. The young guy rummaged in his bag and handed me a tiny pink skirt with an elasticated waist. I pulled it on eagerly. It barely covered my ass and my raging hard on stuck out below it. The young guy pulled on the same short, black skirt as last week as well as his hold ups. The older guy pulled on his black lacy skirt and bra. They. The meeting had been called by the Ayatollah to discuss arrangements for a bold idea that would paralyze the country most feared by the mullahs controlling Iran, the United States of America."What kind of progress are our agents making? Will they have enough weapons and explosives to do what is required of them?" Yes, Imam," replied Suliman Khataf, the chief of covert actions, including terrorist activities, undertaken on behalf of the Islamic Revolution. "Our agents are making the necessary. He yanking the button open and ripped the fly open and yanking my pants down with my undershorts. He stepped on the mass of material that had puddled around my ankles and then yanked my shirt the rest of the way off.There I was. Standing completely nude with my pants trapping my ankles and this hulking shaved headed mean guy looking down at my flaccid pecker, grinning. "Yeh, I know what'll relax you alright."That's when he pushed me down onto my back on the desk and began to jack me off with.