That night Shit Master wore very high black motorcycle boots, a white medical jacket that exposed his city-wide famous buns and was otherwise nude. It...was instantaneously overpowered by the utter perfection of his bubble-butt which had a hypnotic power on this particular shit-faggot because it was so chem high the slightest lewd excuse triggered my shit-eating frenzy. Rushing out of its mind, this shit pig couldn’t erase the image nor the rush of tremendous dark urges rising up inside of it –. ”Claire stared at me expectantly. I reluctantly realised I didn’t have a choice.“Look Claire, I like you a lot but I have to warn you. I’ve got a problem in the size department. I’m not very well endowed.”That’s okay. It’s not the size that matters, it’s what you do with it.”Claire turned on that megawatt smile and again my resistance was vampirically sucked away.I never got the nightcap. Claire pulled me straight into her bedroom and, after ripping our clothes off, we got straight down to. Suck carefully...watch your teeth...' Painfully I opened my mouth to try and do as instructed, the angle was as difficult for me as was for my intruder. He quickly swirled around and repositioned his self tell he had my head hanging off the bed and a straight line to my throat. Thumbs pressed my jaws till my lips and mouth hung open and a huge monstrosity of a penile head was slowly inserted into my oral cavity. Eyes bulging two huge black testicles swung freely over my nose as this enormous. ” “Okay.” “And if I don’t speak to you before, I’ll see you at the airport tomorrow.” “5.30pm,” he told her, “can’t wait.” She blew a kiss down the phone. Alistair turned as the call ended and saw Janice standing there. “Is that Julie coming home?” she screeched. He was annoyed. “She’s back home tomorrow then?” Alistair took a deep breath, smiled and nodded. He wanted to throttle the damned woman. His office phone rang though, saving him from a possible charge of murder. The afternoon.