A few books, a binder, nothing extremely personal. Curiosity nearly satisfied, I felt along the bottom of the pack. A small paperback was wedged cross...ise and I manoeuvred it out to plain sight.I almost choked as I read the title: “The Story of O.”Settling the rest of the knapsack back into place, I opened the cover and began to skim the text. I had heard of this book, knew it’s premise, but never actually read it. Clearly, Sam had. He was starting to occupy an entirely different space in my. Liam could feel his penis at full growth within his jeans twitching and begging to be stroked. He wanted Christie so much, to lovingly penetrate her anus with his erect penis, make love to her and cum inside her, but he couldn't deny his craving to watch her with someone else.Christie eventually stood up from her stool at the bar and clearly asked the man to come home with her. The man's reaction was like that of a puppy being asked if it wanted it's belly rubbed.They made to leave the bar.. She let go of her Grandfather's left testicle and lowered her hand toher own crotch, feeling the small, insignificant erection though theblack lace of her panties, and started to rub at her own, small cock.Susan's Grandfather realised what Susan was doing and said, "No, youdon't, slut! Leave yourself alone until you're in bed! When you'reserving the lads, or me we want your full attention!"Susan moaned with pent-up frustration, but dutifully returned her handto her Grandfather's testicles and. Let me explain, from the age of eight, I won a whole series of beauty competitions and therefore a whole lot of money, things were fine at the start but when I reached my teenage years, I began to ask questions about where all the prize money was going to, I never got any satisfactory answers and my parents began fighting with each other over it so I began proceedings and actually split from them on my sixteenth birthday!I had just enough left to purchase a small cottage for cash and I set.