If Greg had kept stroking our cocks for another minute I swear I would have shot my load then and there, instead he stopped and suggested we have a cu...p of tea and a smoke a really good suggestion. Fifteen minutes later we were again on the bed our cocks no longer hard we took our time slowly bringing each other to a state of excitement this time both in the position where our mouths would come into play, unlike the last time I could see Greg's cock it was bigger than I remembered probably about. Waooo kya lag rahi thi jese ki me sapna dekh raha hoon par ye hakikat thi teeno ki chut gandAur boobs bilkulsaaf dikhai derahe the fir meena boli jaldi koi meri choot ko chato na bahut khujliRahi hai aneeta woli are kamla is kutiya ki chut ko jaldi chat de nahi to ye bahar aese nangiKutto par chudne chali jayegi fir kamla ne meena ki choot ko chatna shuru kar diya ek taaf kamlaMeena ki choot chat rahi to aneeta ne bhi apni choot meena ke muh par rakh di aaur uske boobsKo jor jor se dabane lagi. Why do I feel so obsessed with perfecting my boy act all of a sudden? I should be sitting in my office trying to break the code of Simon’s little game or tracking down Brenda. Instead, I’m getting lectured by Stevie on stippling my five o’clock shadow, fastening my hair on, and walking like a man.When Stevie was finished, I looked incredible. I couldn’t even recognize myself. She instructed me to leave the makeup and hair on again tonight and then bring it back to perfection in the morning.. Mastery. Images of that clinical torture chamber inside the vault keep appearing on the fringes of my mind and fleeting questions about what he would do to me there. No. It isn’t ‘would.’ It is ‘will.’ If I am honest with myself I will admit that something inside me reacts to the certainly of that ‘will.’ Is that what I want? What has he revealed in me that I never knew was there? I must regain control of myself. Or do I really what to? Winston It is too much, I thought, as the oar blades.