.. "oh, right like SHE gets a vote!" at this they both laughed. the little brunette broke in-"ok, let's start over! her face?" hmmm... I'd say a... t...o." a TWO!! wow. really?oh, c'mon she's not that bad!" "I don't like her nose. It's too puged. and her cheeks are too... round. she looks like... porky pig!" this really busted them up.i've never liked my round cheeks or pugged nose either,and was afraid they made me look fatter than I really was, but these brats were talking like I WASN'T EVEN. So while he was in the kitchen pouring drinks, I lit a sexy 120 and put my feet up on the couch. When Anthony returned, I could see the distinctive bulge in his pants that indicated I was going in the right direction. "So; what if I really needed to take you, Anthony? What if I needed to fuck you? Could you do that for me? Could you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass with a dildo as big as your cock? Or, better yet, with a dildo as big as those you fantasize about when you watch your. Ancient headstones, plastic flowers of remembrance, and small mausoleums holding families of importance.We continue to walk slowly, hands intertwined, me squeezing gently and tenderly touching fingertips. Your thumb traces the inside of my wrist.The air is quite chilly now this darkening evening. Our breath is beginning to make small billowy ghosts in the air. We come upon the rows of mausoleums, each one more overgrown and crumbling than the last.Your fingers tap the inside of palm and my body. Then I pushed faster against that hard cock in my tight ass. It was there just three of us there: me, the mystery cock’s owner in my sore ass and another middle aged man.I recognized him; he worked for our studio…Finally the elevator rose up towards the last floor. I could see the other man looking at me, now obviously in the throes of ecstasy as I was bouncing wildly on the dick up my butt. His dick was obviously hard in his pants. He moved towards the control panel of the elevator and pulled.