At first he went into a silent sulk and refused to cooperate in any way, this quickly changed after a hard slap each off the 3 black men.Like a scolde... schoolboy he was frogmarched upstairs by his Mother and Gran, I myself had no idea what lay in store for my Son, but one thing was for sure you could bet it was going to be something extremely humiliating.Much to my frustration that afternoon I was to spend most of my time preparing a meal for all in the kitchen.I wanted to watch the action more. No, they were having a competition, a slow-race to the Big-O contest to see which of them could squeeze the maximum pleasure out of squeezing that maxi-cock toy up their pussies.The object of the game was to delay major orgasm ( minor ones or Cherry O's, as they called them, were permissible.) The winner would be she who took the longest time so as to increase sexual tension and enjoyment and intensity of the Big-O. Then ( part 2 of the dare ) to outdo the other in resulting multiple orgasms.. Now sitting behind the wheel once more. "Charlie, you'll understand if we don't see each other for a while. You helped me out and, well, I tried to help you out. But that's as far as it can go for now." "I can see that. Do I get a second chance?" "We'll see, anything can happen nowadays. What year is it?" "That's a strange question for a modern girl? It's 1985, so why do you need to ask?" Charlie was puzzled. "The next time we meet, we'll see if we can't make it last a. One of their own had been killed, and it hurt. Back in their small terraced house his parents had been broken the news, and his mother sat sobbing on the sofa, clutching the picture of her son in his uniform, looking so proud on the day he graduated from Police College in Hendon. Outside the reporters waited, wanting a statement. Anything they could put on the news, something their editors could use, anything, just anything, but aware that this was going to be a difficult time for the.