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