Slowly my hand touched his hard erect dick. In the day light I could clearly see he sure had the family genes showing in his size of no less than 7”...at least and throbbing as a result of high blood pressure running in his shaft. The thick base of his man piston was firmly nestled in his pubic bush. His weight balls hung loosely in the nut sack, dangling towards his well curved ass. I made sure to tell him that he had the awesome family genes giving him the pretty big size everywhere it was. Volevo qualcosa di più realistico, ma come ho scritto, non avevo il coraggio di tenere un bel cazzo finto nascosto per casa.Un bel giorno, mentre stavo facendo la spesa, mi soffermo davanti ai wurstel e ne osservo alcuni di forma e dimensione decisamente simili al mio pisello. "Se voglio una penetrazione realistica, le misure dovrebbero essere quelle del mio pene", mi sono sempre detto."Ormai ho provato diversi oggetti di uso comune, facciamo una prova con questi wurstel". Pensato e fatto!. Next she tied a string to the padlock in my cock and then to the foot post on the bed. For her last treat she took a blue rubber ball and shoved it into my mouth. I suddenly realized how helpless I was and how immobile I'd become just standing there. "I got rid of your man underwear," she began. "From now on you'll wear the same pretty panties I wear... when you're allowed to wear any at all." She opened the closet doors to show that all of my shirts were gone and replaced with eight white. ‘Best you are at the castle for Ian, it has been a very…hard evening for him,’ Nigel said to her in hushed tones. Millie looked at her old friend, saw a shadow of deep concern in his normally calm cool blue eyes. ‘I’ll head back now, thank you Nigel, watch over Val, she is strong but…young, she is not use to this kind of thing,’ Millie said giving Nigel a brief hug and, with one last look through the window into the room at Valerie, she made for the stairs and the helicopter waiting above. ………….