Hurt me. Fuck me and make me pregnant so I have yourbaby boys. My boicunt is yours. Use it to breed me you big fucking stud"I had other plans. I had b...en playing with his spit-slimed cock and hehad jerked and spasmed himself to at least two dry orgasms as I fuckedhim. He had no trace of hair around his dick and balls. His scrotum wasplump and smooth and his little cut prick was smaller than my thumb. Itwas amazing to be able to run my hands freely all over the little boy andfor him to want more. It had to be with Beefeater Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, grenadine syrup, pineapple juice, lime juice and a dash of Angostura all shook in a tumbler and poured in a glass with ice. Then cherry brandy was poured over an upside-down spoon for a top layer, a maraschino cherry and pineapple slice were then added as a garnish.Arriving at the lounge I’d plead for a Singapore Sling, Edward checked with the bartender and if his criteria were met, he obliged. We sat at the bar so I could watch it made. Yes sir." I licked my lips, feeling them swollen and my tongue was strangely weary, overworked and thick. Conversation went on around us, but I paid it no mind and neither did my Master."Drink more champagne," Mr. Reiser said, smiling and stroking my face with his fingertips.I nodded, reaching for my glass and finding it didn't taste as good now that it had grown warm. I was thirsty, however, and I drank it anyway so that a waiter could refill my glass with cold champagne, and that was much. After a while I could take no more so I grabbed hold of Julia and said 'breakfast - now!'. She responded and said very forlornly 'I suppose you're right' so we made our way into the bathroom to shower and somehow we managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to get clean, dry and then dressed ready for breakfast.Once at breakfast we donned our very professional 'corporate personas' and joined the rest of the delegates staying at our hotel. As we finished, I reached under the table and.