So I say "Are you getting longer?". His reply was yes that he would now get (his words) "Now I will get hard as a rock". Joe would withdraw some, th...n bear down into me. Every so often and with repeated frequency he would hurt me, not a bad hurt at all. The kind of hurt that told you a serious sized cock was in the house. At the end of his thrust I started to say "Hold" which gave me chance to form around him or something like that. On every "Hold" Joe was giving me all he had and I felt. After some cursory introductions my girlfriend left me with Ada.After some small chat Ada told me about the agency she runs. “I place very attractive younger men in very well paying, short-term employment. And without exception they are all very talented.I had been ogling Ada’s body, fantasising about her sexual preferences as she crossed and recrossed her legs and lusting after her ever since she arrived. Forty-ish, huge sex appeal and beautifully spoken.“Claudia told me you want to stretch. " I said hoping she would ease up a little on me."George I am not sure about this," she said."Look I know what I am doing," I said taking fluffy and injecting her with something to make her sleep through it before putting her in the chamber. I also tied her down to stop her moving in case she came round. I closed the chamber and locked it shut. "Now what?" she asked getting up and looking at her pet lying alone inside the glass chamber."Now we take some of the rabbit's hair or toenails, add. This lighter: made for a man who tied himself to hate, passed down to a man who says he's lucky to have it. These scissors were owned by a woman full of love, who had the bad luck to fall under the rule of men who hate. And now, here they are together in this room after all these years. And the man who says he's lucky is dependant on the luck of the lighter. Now you know what it was like to be in Auschwitz, hoping for luck to keep you alive. There were many flames there. Let's see if there's.