I was mortified. That's why he had my foot up so high.Pervert....cute pervert though,lol. I was glad i didn't have my comfy Brigid Jones knickers on.H... was still grinning.Very bloody annoying.I quickly changed the subject and asked him his name and where he was from.Alex,he said.From Leeds.He told me to lie face down and he would rub in an anti-inflammatory cream.He rubbed some sort of oil into his hands and started massaging my foot.Slowly,almost sensuously.He had gone quiet,as had I.Now and. He smiled as he looked at me and said, ‘Are you always this wet?’ I said to him ‘Not often.’ I moaned and panted as my walls tightened around his fingers, covering them in my wet liquid silk. Frank got up to put on a condom. After that, he slowly removed my thong. My hand felt his cock hardening around my fingers. He removed his underwear and he deeply, slowly went inside me. I felt all 8 inches of him swell up. His hips were grinding against me, nice and slow. I hear his moans against my neck. Plus, I was just plain angry! This was also the time I was approached by two members of our government, in the form of the FBI.They were curious about my connection with Lord John Aver-Smythe of England. We were sitting in my room and I was still puzzled."I don't understand. I don't have a connection with Lord Avery-Smythe," I said puzzled."Do you deny going to England and meeting with him August 4th of this year?" asked the male agent. I forget his name, and his female partners name escapes me. And with each orgasm, they tended to increase in intensity. Torturing a boy like this often proved to be even crueler than the traditional kind. Of course, often the two methods were combined.He came again. With more priceless reactions! After this second climax they spontaneously kept on seamless stimulation until the third. Then, after only 10-20 minutes (who knew really; time did, after all, fly when you were having fun) of moaning, whimpering, shaking, spasmodically twitching futile.
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