It was his walk. It was as if his right shoulder had some sort of invisible weight on it, causing him to lurch to one side and practically shuffle as...he stepped with his right foot. It didn't take long to understand that the walk, his behavior, and his disability were all innate. He was born mildly mentally handicapped, intelligent enough to function for tasks such as food shopping and counting to $2, apparently, but socially lacking so as to be unable to hold a normal conversation about. Without even realizing it, Anna decides that she will find out what it feels like to have that metal spit go through her pussy, up her body and out of her mouth. After letting her pussy rest for an hour, Anna goes to the big freezer in the garage, and digs around until she finds five bags labeled with the date of the video she just watched. Anna examines each bag and picks the one that she believes has some of the blonde's tit meat in it. She takes it out and lets it thaw out overnight. In fact I am sure there was something of a glint in his eye. “You’re a fucking cunt you know that,” I said. I keep some of “our” sex toys in James room. Thinking about it, it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that James was “a bit bi”. He has always rather enjoyed me donning my strap on a fucking him in the arse. I have always been impressed that I have been able to slip my seven inch cock straight in without even a squeak. Now I know why. “Would you like to watch me fuck Chris? His arse. My name is Mike, I’m a 32 IT Lead at a local business. Roughly six foot tall, I’m pretty average in most ways. Brown hair, reasonably fit. I run when I can, some weight lifting when I can. And my life is now circling the drainToday actually started out okay, relatively speaking. Beautiful morning, I woke up before my alarm clock went off, and I had my lucky suit pressed and ready to go. If things continued on that trend my presentation at work would have cemented the promotion I’d had my eye on.