clothes are strewn all over the place, as far away from me as possible.
shirt.
my head and a little patch over my now not-so-private parts. As I step out
I have barely finished with the buttons before you take hold of the collar
went quickly once you decreed that I keep myself smoothly-shaved except for
wao feel pletely helpless and vulnerable so you make sure my
sphere that is slightly bigger than the average pingpong ball.
as I slide my trousers down my smooth hairless legs. What little hair I had
outwards as you pull steadily . Within seds I feel the
of my shirt and yank it away off my body. You fling the shirt away like so
bending down to reach for the ring that is dangling from a piece of string
shoes and socks (you've forbidden me from ever wearing any underwear); you
You take hold of my shoulders and turn me around roughly. I sense you
but not quickly, just enough to tease the thick sphere out gradually, a
off to one side. It's not enough that I stand there naked except for my
"Hurry up, faggot," ye me impatiently. "Everything off, quickly!"
between my legs. I gasp as you slide a finger in it and begin to pull on
You know me too well. My naked form stands small and fragile fag you, my
of my trousers, you extend one foot to tug at them and then kick them away
first anal bead appearing from my her hole. You tio pull firmly,
barely reag your chest - and begin to unbutton my
are shaking now as they turn to my belt buckle, but you let me finish with
as you pull harder. I feel my anal lips slowly giving outing
much rag, causing it to lie crumpled on the floor he aisle. My hands
it myself this time, merely crossing your arms on your chest and looking on
the string, feeling the pressure begin to build in my guts. I grit my teeth
hard 5- inch cock bobbing in the cool office air.