ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on either sideOf his femi...ine hips,Wet and bloody,As if from birth,A tear upon his cheek,With nothing left to loseBut the semen smearedAcross his girly bed.BECAUSEI like him becauseHe wears eye shadowAnd mascara;I like him becauseHe wears lipstick and blush;I like him becauseHe has full, round breastsAnd wears a brassiereBeneath his frilly blouse;I like him becauseHe has. I had been challenged and now it was my move.“Please…” I felt my mouth form the appeal, though I scarcely recognised the trembling, breathless voice that uttered the word as my own. I was overwhelmed by an immense desire I didn’t know what to do with, and as Christian’s eyes bored into mine, they left no doubt that he could see right through me; could read my every thought.He shifted around to kneel between my legs and glanced at my exposed erection, still throbbing insistently, still gleaming. I hopped into the shower while Nick stood and chatted to me and while washing my boobs he said fuck this and started to remove his clothing. I rinsed the soap off my body as I look towards him and saw his cock was already rock hard. I switched the shower off and Nick handed me my towel as I got out. He helped dry my body and once dry we made our way to the bed. I sat down on the bed as he stood in front of me and I took his hard cock into my mouth and started sucking it. I deepthroated him a. Hanga came out from his kitchen giving him two apples.He fed the apples to them, “Your father arrives tomorrow. I hope you’ll be on your best behaviour.”The list for the city detail was on his desk when he sat down and he checked the names against the muster roster. Havildar Talaq was forty-nine, married with four children, and had served twenty years in the British Army. There were two Naik’s, both in their forties, one of which was married with children. Looking down the list he realised that.