He pushed his sticky wet hand in my face. Dirty bastard. When he took his hand away from my face I went and licked his pre-cum off my lips. It tasted ...ell nice.“You’re a bad influence you are, Uncle Bob.” “Other way round you mean, you dirty fucker. Just like your Mum. Like Mother like son.” “Don’t talk about my Mum like that, you cunt.” “So…you like the taste of my cock juice, do you?” “Tasted better.”Didn’t want him to get too big-headed. He said, “You wanna find out what my cock tastes like. "I couldn't believe this is really what he wanted me to do, to be spanked by another man at my age. It was preposterous, "No, this is not right, you cannot do this, I will tell Mrs. Kabak what you have tried to do to me."His hand slammed down on the wooden top, "My wife did not know she had hired a little pervert, and whose word do you think she will believe, me or you?" With one movement he lifted me and placed me over the counter, my round butt pointed up and out.I was held in place with one. .”“Sure. Take your time.”It was a few minutes later when she spoke up again. “I have so many questions about this. Where to begin?” She pondered.“I am clearly a pariah in Hollywood. Do you think this is a good idea? I don’t want to do anything to damage the reputation of the Golden Globes, and my presence there could certainly have that effect.”“The panel debated this in depth. I won’t kid you – you were the most discussed candidate for any presenter this year, or any other year I have been a. His privates, oops, cock was encased like mine except there were weights, lots of weights, attached to his thing and he was wearing something around his top that gave him hills like my sisters had but I had never seen a man with hills before. As I stared in confusion Ms Dee Dee said, “up Fido up” and Fido slowly raised his head. His long dark hair had been hiding his face and I was surprised that in his mouth was a big ball and straps running all over his head. But even more surprising was.