The next morning Marcel ordered me: "Take the phone and dial this number. When somebody answers, just say 'This isGunnar, and my ass and my body are e...tirely at your disposal." I looked sharplyat Marcel and think "I can't say that!" but do not dare speak.I picked up the phone and dialled. "Hello?" A deep, male voice. I hesitated,briefly. 'This is Gunnar" I said, my voice slightly tremulous, "and my ass andmy body are entirely at your disposal." For several seconds there was silence."If he asks. And to want a finger in there. It was wrong. My mind was in a whirl until it dawned on me, I realised that I wanted to touch, I wanted to do as she asked.From the wetness seeping down from her pussy, her ass hole was wet and slippery, my finger easily entered her, I felt the tightness, as it naturally fought the intrusion.“Deeper, fuck my ass,” as her backside crunched down on my probing finger. It completely disappeared, to go deep inside.Her whole body arched up off the bed, her hips high,. ” When I did, she sat up and poured a bunch of the oil in her hands. Using both hands, she started to rub my already hard cock. It felt like I was getting bigger from the feeling of what she was doing. She leaned over and gently blew on my cock. The oil felt so warm and felt so good and then she lowered her mouth over my cock. Then she pulled back and started rubbing my cock again and Becky squirted some more oil in her hands and started to rub it on my balls. My balls started to tighten. He started routine tests; height 67 inches, weight 125 pounds, blue eyes, brown hair, no distinguishing scars, all fingers and toes intact. Reflexes normal, chest sounds good, no unusual heart rhythms. "Stand on the floor please" he said. Oh no, I thought, here it comes again, he is going to touch me there Pulling my shorts down, he asks about ruptures, and tells me to turn my head and cough. I cough, but when I feel his hand hold my balls, I can't help myself, my dick becomes hard as a.