I am a charlatan, a fakir, a peddler of half-truths and downright lies. Like a leashed puppy I have led you through a web of misdirection your eyes fi...ated by my slender silhouette, your nostrils filled with the heady aroma of my sex and your mind captivated by the throbbing in your groin.The truth is that I know this man/boy and he is no stalker. His only crime is one of innocence. Every day he climbs aboard my carriage and trails along behind me to the office block where we both work. Every. Her tits were just begging to be let free from their restraints. Fuck was it a sight. Starting to walk towards her, I kindly stated, “Hey Rachel! We’re getting ready to close.” Looking up at me, she smiled, “I know! Just cooling down!” she started as she started slowing her workout.“No worries,” I replied heading back to the front desk to gather a few of my things. Turning off the computer along with filing a bit of paperwork, I grabbed the two remaining bottles and met her in front of the. She had thought about breaking his cherry herself but had decided that she loved him to much and he would not feel raped if she did it because she would be far to lenient and gentle she wanted him brutally broken. And that was just what he was about to get. The relentless sucking on his cock and movements inside kept him hard despite himself and his fear. He desperately tried to free himself but couldn’t get even a inch of movement in any direction. Then it happened. A cold slick monstrous cock. . the taut sheen of his tightly-bound balls, the prominent underside ridge of his 8-inch tusk, his foreskinned tip half uncovered. I reached down and carefully collected his jutting shaft in my palm, letting it slide softly from base to tip ... enjoying its heft, hardness, and warmth.“Such a magnificent specimen,” I thought to myself, wistfully musing how it would feel to possess a cock equal to its grandeur.Pulling up on the leash his meaty stalk rose from my hand, only to fall back with an.