Ohne weiteres Zögern griff er in den Slip und sein grosses und und hartes Teil sprang befreit hervor: ein echter Pornoschwanz, perfekte Proportionen,...leicht nach oben gekrümmt. Glattrasierte straffe Eier. Da stimmte einfach alles. Unwillkürlich griff ich mir zwischen die Beine.Der Blonde hatte bisher nur dagestanden, beobachtete jetzt aber still und konzentriert, was die Hand in meinem Schritt machte. Ein gutes Zeichen. Was sein Kumpel trieb, schien ihm aber fast peinlich zu sein, denn dort. It was fair-caught on the Central 47 yard line. John Claiborne went in as quarterback, and got off two plays that netted 13 yards. With the ball on the Cedar Junction 40 yard line, he ignored the coach's instructions and called for a quarterback draw play.John managed to get 2 yards before he was hit by what seemed like the entire Cedar Junction team. There was no piling on or anything else illegal, but, when the mass of humanity was unpiled, John Claiborne had to be carried from the field with. I smile as your spare hand grabs my arm as the pain makes you rise up onto the tips of your toes, and I see the glass move away from your mouth as you cry out, spilling water down yourself. My fingers release you and the tears come as the pain increases swiftly as the blood runs back in to your lips. I move my fingers to your clit, making sure I have a good grip on it. “No please sir, not my clit, that will be too much, please don’t.” “You stopped drinking, Claire, this is your punishment. Now. Well, it was time; I heard a husky male voice call out my name from behind me, and when I turned around, what should befall me, but a tall, well built, sandy haired, blue eyed fine-looking man. Was this the doctor I was about to see.As I entered his office, the sound of the door closes, and then the doctor calling me by name introduced himself as Dr Richard Deaker. My heart was racing as the doctor asked me routine questions about my medical history and general well-being, and then motioned me.