?Please, Sir?? Tres begged, but as my brow darkened, hepulled off his stupid muscle t-shirt and stepped out of his jeans. As youprobably saw from his ...rofile picture, the boy is quite the muscle queen, andis vain about his good looks. Once I actually caught Tresner using my electric razor toshave off his body hair so he could pose in the mirror, and to reduce his ego,I took him down to the Trailways bus station here in Washington, and made himsuck off homeless drunks in the public restroom for. I’ve longed for that, because I want to be released. I want to lie down and never open my eyes again. She would have brought me rest, I guess. But I don’t suppose she’d ever have brought me a night like that, Irene.’ He dried his face and turned to look at me, the burn in my breast had become a full conflagration, and I had no way to hide the glow from him. Deadman slowly shook his head. ‘You’re a coy, fickle bitch. You ain’t quite sure what you want, or you’d rather you were made to take what. Ah! Were you planning to use this one?” Julie nodded no, so Helen went out of sight to grab it. A moment later, she returned, wearing one of the white, floppy sunhats that Julie, Brenda, and Claire wore around San Finzione for the honeymoon prank.She lit a fresh cigarette, put her hand on the doorknob and went to turn it. I yelled for her to stop.“Say something cool before you go out there.” I told her with a tiny smile. “It’s worked out the last two times.”Helen thought for a moment.“Time to. ‘Yeah, it does, doesn’t it always?’ she said, her eyes closed tight and her brow wrinkled. Now that he was motionless, all the nerve endings in her asshole tingled from the invading fiery spear in growing delight. She took him easily, but it was still a tight fit. Her sphincter clutched at his rod as it never wanted to let go. She moved her hips a trifle in different directions so that his cock reached every pleasure spot deep in her ass. ʺDon’t move, Honey, ʺ she said hoarsely. ʺLet me have a.