I remember the day I first spied, with my one eye, two enormous tits. Now, I have seen many tits in my day – some small, many perky, and others bigg...er. These were like none my eye had seen before … melons … juicy, round, squeezable melons.Oh boy! Master leads me right to them. I can’t wait to rub my head against one of those erect, delicious nipples. Wait, where’s he going? He misses! What the fuck? How can you miss those ginormous things, Master?Need to know: sometimes Master has trouble with. Her breathing was rapid and erratic, stilted and interrupted by noises of pleasure. His hands had been on her thighs, but now he slid them towards her honey pot and used his thumbs to stretch her lips as far apart as possible. He pulled his head back to admire her, and I suddenly realised I had been inching further forward to get a better angle. My new friend saw this and didn’t complain, and the man mountain still hadn’t noticed. I was close enough to see the bright gash of pink, and I envied. I had gotten myself into a hole and now had to make a decision. Tell her the truth or tell her that the assumptions she was making were right, that I wasn't attracted to her and that I would take her home right then."You remember asking about my time in Iraq?" She nodded. "I didn't tell the whole story. Pete doesn't even know this." I put my head down as I spoke. "I wasn't hit in the leg. The bullet came out my left thigh but it entered through my scrotum. I lost one testicle and it severed. She drank all my cum and cleaned my dick with her tongue. I was overwhelmed with her little act, those five minutes were heavenly. She asked me, “Am I worthy of you, sir?”“Wait, my dear. I am yet to decide whether your structure (body) can bear my load or not.”Then I stood up, made her stand and then opened her shirt buttons one by one. I was just devouring the beauty of her upper body when my phone rang. There was some problem with the production line. I was on phone for about 10 minutes,.