”As her legs lifted apart and her hand snaked through to grab hold of my cock, I knew that was a stupid comment.She began stroking me, not that for ...hese 2 days did I seem to need any extra stimulation, and soon I was long enough for her to just bend her head and take my cock-head into her mouth – I wasn’t even fully aroused. How can I ever go shopping for milk or bread again, I asked myself, or even go outside my house, with a cock which won’t go down?I recalled that last night I had denied. I made my way down the busy roads through the traffic of London’s hectic streets, i arrived at work with only a few moments to spare, I work in a home and garden Center selling timber and tools to DIY customers.The day started pretty normal, a few people asking stupid, idiotic questions like where will I find the large sheets of MDF, well Mr. your standing right next to them.But apart from that it’s was a very quite day hardly any customers But then it got to around 11am and I couldn’t help but. When I regain my sense, I was in the same car but I was nude and my shirt was torn apart and my skirt was also torn. I was scared and was calling for my son. He was nowhere. I looked at my body and I got nail marks on my breasts and thighs and also on my ass cheeks. I was weeping and tried to cover my body with those torn clothes. It was like a forest and the car doors were locked. I can’t come out. I wept so long and I slowly slept over in the car later. When I woke up the African was over me. One troll did manage to paw the backside of one of the girls. I remembered doing that role a few years ago. Hell, I would have done it for free! Sitting beneath the bridge, watching women with nothing on beneath flowing gowns stop on the bridge, chasing girls who bounced out of their corsets. Yeah, that had been a fun time. The fat drops of rain fell without warning like stones from the sky. Looking up, the cloud was neither large nor threatening, but it was dropping without warning.