Removing your hand I whimper in protest and you spread my legs and take a paddle hard to my pussy. I cry out as it stings me.I promise I will be a goo... girl and apologize, so you grab a little friend. You slide the butt plug down my ass until it is close to going in. I thrust my hips back because my greedy ass wants to be full. You seem to be amused by this and without hesitation you plunge it in and give it a good twist. Pulling my nylons back over my ass, you grab my hair and direct me to the. It made me fall off my bike. That was because I had failed to notice the sharp right-hand turn in the bicycle path. Landing right in front of him. My face hitting his pointed black cowboy boots.He meanly laughed. Then grabbed me under my chin and at the back of my neck. Pulling me up by my head. Pressing it into his crotch. The smell of it made me dizzy. "Lick those damned leathers, faggot boy... That's what you want! Isn't it? ... Little dirty gay pig... Lick me, brat!", he shouted as he. " Because it is. But it's none of their darned business." But they think it is." I finished my drink—you have to go slow or you get 'brain freeze'—and wiped my lips. "Ready?"Robin nodded. "A wonderful afternoon at the mall, eh?" I had a good time."I wasn't even sore 'down there'. In April or May I would have, but I think I'd gotten used to having multiple partners. I think it's something you have to learn. First, there's the pacing. Necessity forces you to accommodate the boys. After all, if. He couldn't figure it out. For more than a month now he'd been putting the wood to Marcy like John Henry drove railroad spikes. All fucking day long, day after day. He felt like he had been reborn, come into his own, his virility greater than when he had been a pimply-faced teenager. Then today, when he had strutted in and slapped down his new Gold Card, he had taken three of the most expensive whores upstairs, booking them for two hours. They had fucking fallen asleep waiting for inspiration.