" So what if they do? It's just a silly jab, a harmless, meaningless,unless you're sensitive about being called nasty names. Some men wanttheir women ...ive head, don't they? It's expected, like when a woman hasher monthly 'friend' and her main squeeze regards normal sex underthose circumstances a definite no-no. Sometimes, women just aren't inthe mood, with cleaning up their pussies afterwards, and all. Oral isquicker and easier. Horny guys think with their cock heads instead of the heads. After the manager had gone we sorted out the kitchen then went to the staff room to get changed out of our greasy uniforms, once again I saw the bulge in his white Ben Sherman boxers as he pulled off his uniform trousers, I stood there in front of him with my cock growing in my own boxers, I never hid the fact I was perving on him, I knew I had to act fast,“I love your boxers Chris are they cotton or elasticated” I asked“Don’t know mate”“is it ok if I feel them” and before he got the chance to. "You are a tyrant, Zaadon! You have conquered sovereignkingdom after kingdom - and for what? Your people suffer in poverty andtoil their lives away in the mud. You have made slaves of your ownpeople!"The enraged cheer went up again at his words.Herras lifted a great hairy arm for silence, glaring at the softlygrinning Zaadon with hate-filled eyes. "And now we have come to takeback what is ours." You wish to be king?" Zaadon asked.A great cry rose up from the assembled army.Zaadon's advisors. Oooh, I think I’m in trouble, and it excites me more.We finally reach the crest of the hill, but I don’t see the view as you grab my hips from behind and spin me around. You press your lips to mine, making it clear who’s in charge. I respond with equal force, my passion rising in me as a flood of energy. You pull my top over my head, my long red hair falls over my shoulders onto my bare skin. You slide off your boots and leather pants and your hard on stands proud. I step toward you and lift.