...............50. my ass, thighs and back feel like they are on fire and can not longer truly stand. He takes me off the hook and tells me to crawl a...ter Him back upstairs. He takes me to my bathroom and tells me to stand in the tub. Sir, may i please use the toilet. i must go. Sure slut, but you will go while you are tied to the shower. But Sir? Are You still arguing with me slut? No Sir, but i cant reach the toilet from in the tub. He takes my hands and cuffs them to the shower. How am i to. He had walked him out to his truck and now they were just talking. I was washing and rinsing off plates before putting them in the cabinets while I studied him. His big wide smile still made my heart swell, the way his blue eyes crinkled when he smiled and the scar above his left eye… all those details of his face made me want to touch him. As I watched, he leaned back against the truck and crossed one ankle over the other. I could see the definition in his tanned calves, and even though I. As I held the door open for her I caught a glimpse of her backside. Her ass was large, very large, I was perfectly shaped and almost looked to big to be on her body. It looked incredible. We entered the restaurant and asked to be seated. We were seated in a large booth near the bar that had large round booth style seat. She sat on one side and I sat on the other. The bar was loud and I scooted towards her around the large seat as did she and suddenly we were together. She was stunning. We. Now, I'm not exactly the type of guy who breaks into places: 24, average build, decent job. But I'm always down for whatever my friends are doing. Sandy always is trying to get us to do whatever weird punk stuff she's still clinging onto from her High School days. I looked in the mirror to check my hair. Black and shaggy, as usual. As I picked up my toothbrush I flex my arm, hoping to see some progress from my, admittedly flaky, gym schedule. A microscopic bump formed where the bicep should.