He was 23 years old and camein the clinic dressed liked a common metrosexual guy. He was sporting anundercut, wearing a polo shirt with 3 of the butto...s undid which showsoff his well developed pecs, and wearing those skinny jeans which cutsoff the blood circulation from his legs as they seem to be on the vergeof bursting out any minute. He was a pretty good looking man but he wasobviously unsatisfied as he went to the clinic for a penis enlargement.Again, the same procedure was done to the man. Don't get me wrong though, I love it when he's hard and has what I call a 'stretched erection'(i.e. he's super turned-on).A bull can be had anytime, anywhere. A good cuckold is a treasure and God help a bull who thinks he owns me. It's my cuckold that makes my life what it is and I treasure him. That's why I take pains to make certain that it is always pain and pleasure for him.BTW, I'm always asked, so I'll save you the trouble. Nobody had to talk me into this. I once went out for ice cream. There was only the now, the hot, moist now, with Kate’s arms right around my neck and her heels pressed hard against the small of my back. I was riding her hungrily, thrusting with deep, quick strokes. What had started out as a quiet act, punctuated with small gasps of delight, became increasingly noisy. ‘Gahhhd,’ Kate moaned. ‘Aw gahhhhd.’ By now I knew that Kate tended to secrete heavily, but this was the wettest I could ever remember her and sometimes, after a particularly energetic thrust,. I put my earplugs on and leaned back and concentrated on the message I wanted to send. This time it would be a long and detailed one, and I sent everything twice, just to be sure that they could read my signals.“I haven’t slept that good in ages. I’m sure that it was because of what you did for me.”I didn’t open my eyes immediately, but I’m sure that she had been watching me for a while, and she must have noticed when I stopped messaging and started actually listening to the music. When I.