We couldn’t do it in either of our houses as there was always someone in our houses. As we were in college and had no money, we were not able to aff...rd a room in a good hotel. Though we could afford a room in some shady hotels, that would put both of us at risk as numerous thoughts like the hotel owner would extort money from us to keep his mouth shut or we will get caught in a surprise police raid kept our minds in fear.So we waited for the right opportunity. We would kiss in private but. Wouldn’t want this one to run off too.” Bubba politely enquired.“OK” I grunted. My cock was jammed as far into Cristina’s wet cunt as it could go and I was shoving it in and out as hard as I could. I just wanted to shoot my load to relieve my pent up needs.“Thanks” Bubba proceeded to place the dog collar around Cristina’s neck and hooked the leash to the collar. Then he picked up Cristina’s panties and tied her hands with them. Next, he pulled an old hanky out of his pocket and stuffed it into. Thank you to Sophia Soror of A Two Dame Production for returning republishing rights to me! In this version of the Pygmalion myth, we are asked to consider what would happen if it was the artwork that fell in love with the artist rather than the other way around.My first awareness was a splash of color—a violent assault on my infant senses. An awakening. It touched every fiber of my latent being with passion, anger, madness.I was alive.And then there was nothing.No. There was, with my awareness. Then he took in the full mouth, moustache-rimmed and moist, the cheeks, clear and olive, prickled with a stubble so thick the beard looked full-grown close-shaved. His tongue swiped the sandpaper jaw, then licked down Wally's neck to swab the heaving pec knolls on his downy chest and to seek, suck and chew each jutting nipple barb dotting their summits.Wally's balls were working overtime. He felt fresh dick-drool puddle on his bare toes as Bobby's tongue worked its way back up the side of his.