“Thought I heard a girl yelping.”“Hi,” Tommy said, pulling up his zipper and shaking down his prick. “Who are you?” She was cute, Tommy th...ught, real cute.The girl came all the way down and walked across the room, her small breasts bobbling beneath the loose-fitting shirt. “I’m Amy, Jim’s sister. You’re Tommy, right. Saw your football picture in the paper. Don’t you work at the pool in the summer?”“That’s me,” the boy said, admiring the pretty young girl. He sat and sipped his beer. “You want. "One of those would be awesome," I replied pointing at her bottle."I'll be right back," she said getting up and heading towards the stairs.It took me a few seconds to realize the opportunity in front of me.I looked at the bottle that Cheryl left behind and it hit me. I sprang off the couch and almost made it into my room without touching the ground. My heart pounded as I opened Cheryl's bottle after I retrieved a Pill. I crushed it between my fingers to force it to dissolve quicker. Cheryl. Strictly forbidden! “I asked you a question, slave! Answer it!” commanded the Boss. I could almost feel Simone’s head reeling. What had been the question? Ah, yes, about my cock being a whopper. “Y-Yes ... mmmmfffff ... yes ... mmmmmfffff ... M-Master,” whispered Simone. “Say it!” “It ... aahhh ... it’s a whopper, Master.” “And you like a whopper, don’t you slave?” “Yes ... uuuurrrrfff ... uuuurrrrfff ... Master.” It was clever. The Boss was driving Simone to the brink with his interrogation.. I’m lulled to a daze, wanting nothing more than this man to touch me for ever. The pain is a shock.The huge intrusion into my tiny resisting anus. I scream. I pull away. I can’t bear it. The tears come; I know he hates them so much. He whispers to me:“be quite little whore” I cry more, I don’t want to be his whore I want to be his princess.“smoke for me” he saysI do. Each time the huge object in my arse is thrust further in I exhale streams of cloudy white smoke. It hurts so much, he pushes it.