And it took me a while to think about it, I was obviously distracted by the girl humping me and determined not to let my erection flag. And just like ...o many years ago, I found the answer deep down in my gut:To write something really special, something I believed in. And to share that with someone who is just as special to me.Have you written something that was really special?No. Just Hollywood blockbuster crap.And is Nikki that someone who is just as special?No.Then what the FUCK are you doing. All this without any inclination to pick up a woman! As he neared the end of his fortnight, he felt almost reluctant to go home. He had found a wonderful pub called Cloisters, a short walk from the hotel, where people were easy to talk to and there was a vast selection of beers. There was always good conversation once you got used to the accents, not all of which were Scottish.It was the last Sunday of his stay, and Ian (Aidan had forgotten his surname) after a protracted conversation about. As he lead me into the changing room I felt like collapsing. Mycock was a mess of sores and chafing: the constant abuse it had receivedhad caused the nausea to return to my stomach.But a break wasn't in order as I spent the next fifty minutes squeezingmyself into a variety of absurd, degrading, and often uncomfortableclothing. High heels to wedge sandals, vinyl skirts to denim booty shorts,cardigans to tube tops; in each outfit daddy assembled I would pose forhim in the variety of cutesy and. "Ahhh..." I gasped. Mike had sat down on the couch, was masturbating like mad. He paused, smearing his pre-cum all over his erect member, making it wet and glistening. Then he grabbed 'the thing' and slipped his cock into the latex pussy. "Ah yes!" he said. He grabbed the aluminum cylinder and thrust 'the thing' up and down, massaging his excited cock. Frank was fucking me deeper now, slipping the entire length of his cock into me with each stroke. I whimpered with pleasure. He placed his.