I splashed water on my face to wake myself up, vigorously brushing my long hair back into a ponytail, twisting the strands around and securing it into...severe bun. My friends liked to make fun of my librarian hairdo. I kept telling them I didn't run to impress anyone, and I hated my hair swinging around in my face. Besides, it was Saturday morning. My favourite day to run. I always stopped at a little café for breakfast on Saturdays over on the other side of town. It was my guilty pleasure. I. She was so damned beautiful, so sexy, and there was a special bitchy look around her eyes that made a guy think she would really go wild when a piece of meat was put to her box.Glynn had started peeping early, looking to catch a glimpse of his mother's big, glorious tits, trying to see up her dress. He had hoped to catch her naked in the bathroom some day, but she always locked the door.And a couple of times, he had heard them screwing, his mom and dad, heard the squishy noises of a man's prick. He told me to get inside and smacked my ass hard. This time I dutifully made a girly sound. I wanted him to feel his power and it worked, he became more aggressive. "take off your clothes and get on your knees." I liked this too, the fact that he was clothed while I was naked and exposed, beside of course my tight pink panties. When he saw them he said "you really are a little fag aren't you?" Instead of being offended, I made a pathetic girly moan in acquiescence. This time he was even rougher. When her employer began slowly stroking his massive rod of hardened male flesh, which had already brought her one soul- rending climax, she should have felt shamed and degraded, but she didn't. When he gently took the place of his wife, positioning himself before her very eyes with his rigid, thick-veined cock throbbing threateningly at the portals of her saliva and cum- smeared lips, she should have been terrified, for she had never before tasted the swollen hardness of a male penis. But she.