"Fuck me, mister," the boy whispered. And was it only his imagination, or had the boy added "Harris"—John's last name—to the end of that sentence?...At this point, John couldn't have cared less. Tenderly, carefully, he began inserting his huge dickhead into the tight, horny boy­hole. The kid took it without any problems. John was sure he'd never be able to get all the way in, but once the cock head was past the tight assring, the boy began pumping his own meat, relaxed his asshole, and John just. “I mean now, Slut,” he said and crossed his arms as I shed my clothes. I wasn’t angry, exactly, but I felt uncomfortable. I had wanted to garner his approval with the clothes I had chosen to wear for him and here he was impatiently waiting for me to strip out of them--and in his office, no less. My face must have betrayed my attitude because Master grasped the back of my neck. I felt electricity shoot down my spine. “March,” he said and I walked through the office. I paused at the backdoor, but. . "I can describe the guy who raped me. He had a thick stubby cock, not very long, but very thick. What was he wearing? Distinguishing features? Oh, I see. Well I did look over my shoulder at him. He was dressed in a Santa suit, but not a cheap looking one. He wasn't very tall, but then again he was kind of hunched over as he drove his cock into me. His eyes twinkled and I think he had pointed ears. No not like Spock, cuter. I just got a glimpse really, he started slamming into me and I had to. It startled her shortly and she giggled when she squirted a bit of pee. Her legs were closed tight together and the few short squirts filled up the V spot on top between her legs and her pussy, creating a small yellow puddle. Rob started to rub the cubes all over her belly and chest making sure to massage her nipples as well with them so they started to become hard.Rob then bend over and put his mouth on the spot where the puddle was forming and drew it up into his mouth while still massaging.