“But he’s a sweet guy and he knows how big he is. He’s a lot to manage, but he’ll take it slow, and he won’t hurt you.”“Okay, good.”We... were getting along so well and she reminded me of myself three years ago when I first entered the business. Already, I could tell that we were kindred spirits, and even though I barely knew her, I felt a bond with her. “You’ve done anal before, right?”Her face broke into a little blush. “Yeah, I have. My ex isn’t small, but he’s ... you know ... he’s no Dirk. Harry tended to pray more than he had when he was younger.It was probably due to the fact that he wasn’t getting anything lately because of a combination of prostate shortcomings and his oppressively private nature that robbed him of the ability to draw a nubile female into his web of pleasure-seeking designs.Harry’s hobby was writing.Sometimes, he was even called an Author, but in his mind his scribbling was more an outlet of his internal feelings and emotions and not true creative art at. " You " No- no- no- no - Nigga- you dont call me ma'am, you call me Correctional Officer Norrie inmate." I "Yes Correctional Officer Norrie." You "O.K. now Willis, drop them DRAWLS,, Nice and slow for me..." So i comply and then you continue to harass me. You "Now, slightly bend over and giggle them long saggy black jumbo teabags for momma." So I bend over, shaking my wrist as my testicles giggle and bounce left to right. I "Yes Officer Norrie" Then you drop down low and proceed to lick lather. A mews is traditionally a row of stables usually with carriage houses below and living quarters upstairs. Most have been converted to up-market establishments and towards the end of this narrow street was a pastel blue painted mews cottage where the downstairs had been converted into a lovely looking bijou living quarters. There was a large bay window with no curtains that fronted the building. As I approached I noticed a lady in a coat looking out of the window with her phone in her hand;.