Wasn’t I here to cure this side of me, yet it seemed as though the receptionist had other ideas.?Please, don’t mind her, she likes to toy with men... it’s so natural for her, I am sure you understand. I am just glad you were not a toilet slave or I would have needed to keep the cleaning people around to mop up afterwards!? She laughed and helped me to my feet.?Please, follow me around to my office,? It was an all white hallway, with a long fish tank running the length of the walls on each. I could not wait a second longer. Kneeling down in front of him, I start tearing at his Chinos. I fumble with the zipper, and finally pull it down to his knees. His jockey is looking like a tent, a very big tent. I slowly lick at the wet spot of precum in his underwear, and I know that I was in for a nice surprise. I start pulling at his jockeys, but does not manage to get it over his cock. Steve helps me get the offending garment to his knees. He must be at least 9 inches and quite thick.. Turning again toward the camera, Marie came up behind Jane; her face never really came into focus and when she knelt down, stroking the strap-on with one hand, her head was out of frame. The artificial cock looked truly huge at this angle, frightening even. Then the strap-on disappeared, obscured by Jane’s body, but you could tell where it had gone by the look on her face: her eyes bugged out and her mouth was contorted by some combination of pain and pleasure.The shot stayed like that for 10. We walk into Miley's room with mommy holding my hand like I am sometoddler or something. "Isn't Miley still at her dance class mommy? Whyare we in here?" Mommy lets go of my hand and starts going through theboxes of old clothes Miley has in the bottom of her closet. "I know shehas an old pair her somewhere," I hear mommy say while she is lookingthrough the boxes."Here it is; I knew these were still in here." I turn around seeing mommyholding up some light pink tights and a matching pink.