He wasn’t much taller than me but weighed considerably more. Henry Wilson was about a decade younger with a full head of hair, which was streaked w...th gray. His dress wasn’t quite as finely tailored and looked like he had been in it for a while. He was taller and soft.Mr. Woodburn took over. “I’ve asked Miss James to join us because she is now the primary control of accounts like yours, Harold. As my Executive Accounts Director, I am able to keep these special accounts close to my. So, Bryant is pushing and I'm wiggling my butt around trying to help him get into me when I feel his pubic mound meet mine, he's in ... all the way. And, I'm full.Then, he began taking long, slow strokes in and out of me, almost backing out all the way, then slowly descending up in me. He started doing this over and over and the feeling of fullness was soon replaced by an overwhelming sense of rapture and joy at the feelings he was giving me. I was fuller than I'd ever been and the feeling was. Ah yes, he'd picked up the book to see what it could possibly be about. "...they think it's a myth. But it's totally real." The young man looked skeptical. Still trying to get a grasp of things, the woman continued, "Nobody knows what its real name is. Nobody knows much about it..." Rumor has it that some imp came to the world ages ago and left it as a joke. Someone dubbed it The Demon Plug and the name stuck. The only things we really do know about it is that it looks like a buttplug." The. He could feel his cock filling out but still soft against his leg, in anticipation of fun to come. He thought he had never understood till now what it meant to be happy. Even before his family realised what he was, he had never felt like this. Childhood — happiest time of your life, fuck that. There had always been some edge of anxiety to life when he was a child. Then they kicked him out to drag his sorry tail from Ireland to London. That time of his life was all about struggling for survival.