I stood in the bathroom, griping the sink, scolding myself for being so weird. I should just go back and tell him that he didn’t go too far – to e...courage him. Men are supposed to touch women’s tits. Sure they needed to be invited to do it (I knew that, even if it had never been my reality) but it’s natural and normal. But all I kept thinking is that I needed to do something for him. In my weird way of thinking, he was a man in need and I was a whore who took care of those kinds of things. That. His cock was not completely soft but arched over onto his leg and she could see the drop of clear oil still hanging to the opening. Strangely he had very little pubic hair only a small tuft well up from his cock. She couldn't resist the impulse to touch him and so gently ran her fingers over his cock and then down to touch his balls. His cock was smooth as silk and very warm to the touch and in grasping it discovered that he had no hair at all around his cock or balls only the little tuft up on. ' 'As if that matters, but you do see, you actually asked for it. Every time you dressed and strutted like that you were asking for it.' 'But no. No, I didn't ask to be hurt. I didn't ask to be raped. You have no right to hurt me.' 'Yeah, but you see the guns give us the right. So what're you gonna do?' 'Do? What can I do? You've already hurt me. Hurt me bad? What can I do to stop you?' Brad knew it was a set up. I paused like I was contemplating a new. I was then given a preliminary examination by the nurse, who told me to bend over and spread my legs. his hand slipped between my legs and gently squeezed my balls and cock. Rubbing my cock to get it more erect was quite a pleasant experience. I then fely cold lube being squeezed around my anus and suspected that was the next port of call. Correct ! A finger entered me being thrust in to it's limit with a probing search. Then another finger was inserted. On withdrawal I felt that was an.