Then when he was satisfied that he had disorientated and confused her enough, he smiled at Sandra as she watched him piss into the barrel. Suddenly fr...m behind his back he produced a small remote control and pressed a button. From out of nowhere a whirring sound invaded Sandra's ears as she began to lurch her way towards the ground; only she was not heading to the ground but instead head first into the barrel of watery piss. She pleaded with Tom that he could do whatever he wanted to her and. That was possible where she lived, but not for me in England. Two months ago I had returned to the UK. I had lived in various hotels until the current tenants vacated the London house. I had then employed builders for a couple of months to redecorate and improve the house, adding handrails etc. to help with my temporary disability. There was now no one, except my brother and his wife, and their home help Janet, left to care whether I lived or died. They didn’t compensate for the loss of my. Resting my head on my cool, tiled kitchen floor, I braced myself with my arms, as Hector went to town, slamming his cock in and out of me, like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t even need to touch my clit, as the first orgasm burst through me like a flash flood, but Hector never broke stride. He had a new bitch under him, and he was going to use her to the fullest. I could feel his baseball sized knot banging on my pussy lips. It was either too large to enter, or I wasn’t relaxed enough, but. He selected a pair of black school shoes andput them on. Tieing them up with the neatests and girliest bow he could. He then walked to the vanity and sat looking at the mirror. Now for thefinal girly touches - and his favorite part. David picked up the brushand began brushing his hair this way and that. The thick brown hairreached to his shoulders and the effect of the brushing was to restoresome body and add luster. He then took a comb and parted it in themiddle. He used the brush to help.