‘No way. You ask him.’ This reply was not so much a whisper. Brock smiled to himself as he waited for his skim mocha with whipped cream (and yes, ...he knew that the cream did kind of cancel out the skim part of the beverage but he loved it too much) in line at Starbucks. Even while placing the order Brock had thought about the probable thousand calories he was about to consume and did feel at least, oh about a second’s worth of guilt, hence the skim part of the equation. A little while back he’d. Turning my lord continues to stretch me. Fuck me slow My lady looks on with interest and stops wanking me. The clacking of heels tells me that she also goes to the shelf and comes back.The dildo is now in my whole length and I feel my master's hand on my cock, lubricant is spread on my glans, especially on my urethra. I sense what you are up to and try to arm myself for it. The lady penetrates me very slowly with a small dilator and I moan loudly. A slight burn spreads inside me. She turns it. Anyway, the girls were up to something, they went into the bedroom and we could hear them laughing and giggling, they sounded excited. Phil asked me if I knew what was going on, I had no idea. Next thing the girls appeared from the bedroom, and I couldn't believe my eyes .....Sandra and Ally walked in, stripped off to bra and knickers. Sandra sat next to Phil and Ally next to me. There was a short, shocked silence, before more giggling. Sandra put her leg across Phil's lap. My heart was. I thought I hit the jackpot. He wanted to marry me! Of course I said yes! And then I found out that Tim had a darker side to himself. We were hanging out at a bar in London, Ontario, and he got into an argument with a pair of guys, one Black and one Hispanic. They didn’t like the way Timothy was looking at them and challenged him. He should have ignored them but he didn’t. I had been in situations like this before and I knew usually they weren’t worth it. So I tried to get Tim to walk away from.