When it happens, it’s just for lack of options, and usually with women willing to do it willingly.”“Yes, I know the Clovis type more than you. I...f there’s one thing I know about this kind of man, this is it: He works under priorities. For example, if you made him choose between his life and his pride, he would choose his life without thinking twice. If you made him choose between his pride and a woman, he would choose his pride without thinking twice.”“This kind of man is selfish, only thinks. These boys are called sissies, and they are never able to satisfy a woman. Their only purpose is to serve real men, not take out your cock sissy!". I was hesitant, but in fear of what he might do to me I showed everyone my tiny cock, that was hard from wearing girls clothing. Mr. R then walked to his desk and took a ruler from it. He then measured my cock. he laughed as he said just barley 4 inches. He then forced me on to my knees, "take off my trousers!" he yelled. I gulped and did what I was. Well, because he wasn’t a mere taxi driver, and what was his specialty? You’re about to know.“So, back home?” Banduka asked as he was driving them away. As Anita seemed to be looking outside, in a world of her own, Banduka reached for right boob and squeezed it tight with his left hand.“Aaah! Bastard,” Anita said with a smile and fake anger, as she snapped his hand off her boob. Banduka smiled.“So, going back home?” Banduka asked, this time paying attention to the road.“Yeah, home,” Anita said. Sort of the subtle smile and starry-eyed gaze of someone who felt the world was full of light and magic...or perhaps, just full of a punch cocktail. Ellie suddenly broke the silence and looked at David with a passionately fixed look and said, “What do you think is wrong with me, David?” “What do mean, Ellie?” “My entire life, I've always been the good, responsible girl. I've never acted out on impulses or anything like that but it seems like ever since the beginning of this summer things have.