"Well maybe we'll have to work on getting your lips around it." If I had a cock as long as yours it would be easy. I'll settle forwrapping my lips aro...nd your beautiful black cock instead."He slid down, releasing my legs and lying flat on his back. From whereI was I thought it would be easier to just get up and then join him inbed. As I stood my legs buckled underneath me, my ass twinging as areminder of what I had just been through."Whoa, you alright?" Martin asked."Oh yes, just need a few. The end result was almost always the same.That person was unable to hold his interest. Incapable of captivating him.Holding him firmly in the palm of her hand, and washing over him whatever feeling she wished him to experience that moment.He longed for that. For her.Uncertainty still reigned over him with this one, though he knew she was very difference. One of a kind. Often people confuse being an individual with being different. Yes, in fact one can be unique as a person, but just another. So much had gone wrong. He needed a new start. He needed to fill his life with something other than work. Money and work had left him empty and looking into the vacuum of the obsidian void. John felt sad and bored and depressed and disillusioned all at the same time. John was reflecting on his parents. His own mortality was troubling him. He was remembering their death. Too soon and yet wasn’t every death too soon? Perhaps not he thought? John remembered how they had died of cancer. How his. I have decided to turn you in a toilet for my guard house. Nelson informed me that the last slave toilet stopped working so they had to get rid of her or it or whatever. Your mouth is now loose enough to be encased in the toilet mechanism. If you’re a good slave, I might even let Brent shit in your mouth. But I don’t really care who does. You are now furniture and no longer my concern. Guards, deal with her.? Birdie had no fight left in her as she was laid out in a pexi-glass ?coffin?.