Steve wasn’t particularly well hung, not by other blokes standards anyway. His erection was about 6 inches long, although it’s girth was what Kell... always told him gave her the most pleasure.“Damn thing” he whispered under his breath. “Hows a bloke supposed to have a piss with a hard-on like this?” He held the base of his penis, wrapping his fingers around its length. He felt the urge to masturbate but he knew that was not going to help his predicament. He clenched his buttocks in an effort to. He watched the oil glisten against her, smooth mound and then trickle over her lips. Using his fingers, he massaged the oil around her hole whilst rubbing the oil into his cock. ‘Look at me,’ he ordered Farida because her aversion wasn’t turning him on at all. He wanted her to look at him and want him as much as he wanted her. Farida looked and felt a small element of disgust mixed with wonder. She had never looked at a man like this before and he was thinking of putting that inside her? ‘Don’t. Before starting I wanna thank all you ISS readers for liking my previous stories so much (The Manwhore parts and the imaginative maid story in the beginning). I never expected that I would get such an overwhelming response when I started writing stories. I feel on cloud9 reading your mails.At the same time some men ask me for services and keep sending me dirty images of them. I just wanna apologise them and tell them that I’AM NOT INTO GAY SEX. And some guys are asking me for phone numbers of. It felt like she was experiencing sl**p paralysis, only this time, the fear and terror was replaced with immense waves of pleasure. She didn’t even realize she had shouted. It lasted for about twenty seconds until her muscles finally relaxed. A cold draft blew. It felt refreshing. She took deep and heavy breaths as she regained her full senses. * She woke up, facing away from her son. The borders of her curtains didn’t glow yellow, it was a dull grey. She could tell it was overcast outside..