” That was all it took. “You fancy going out for a couple of pints Dad?”“Sure, let’s go”We finished lunch at top speed and headed for the ...ront door. I was doing my best to cover the hard on in my jeans and I noticed that I wasn’t the only one.We got in Dad’s car, “you sure you want to do this?” he asked. My heart was beating like I’d just beat the world record at 100 metres, “Yeah, let’s do it.” He got his phone and dialled her number. “Lorna?... We’re on our way now you dirty little bitch.... He wasn’t really hung, a bit smaller than average and a dark powerful bush was around his cut dick. It was fascinating me and when my glance on his pole was maybe just a bit too long he slowly moved his hands towards my crotch.All of a sudden the door opened and we turned back to our urinals when a third guy entered. He was way taller than me, lean, blonde. Older than me, sure, but I’d say he was still in his 20s. The whole day was so exciting I was still hard, and couldn’t lose the erection. I couldn’t concentrate, my mind kept returning to the thought of what Lynne might have in store for me. My cock was really hard each evening and it was so difficult not to touch myself. But I got through the three days. I arrived home Friday evening; Lynne had obviously been in the shower as she just had a towel round her; she wrapped her arms around me. “Did you behave?” she said. “Are your balls full of cum?” “Yes,” I replied. “Come upstairs then and we’ll empty them.” In her bedroom Lynne. ” Artimus finally stepped into the light, and I could see the smile on his face, and the glimmer of navy blue scales; dark on top, but turning robins egg blue on his underbelly, lighten even more as they got closer and closer to the beauty I knew was hidden underneath a wonderful sheath. Artimus saw where I was looking and grinned, very pleased. “You’re a rather eager fuck toy aren’t you?” “Yes master Artimus.” I replied, trying to play the perfect slave. “He was just saying how hungry he.