Once he was satisfied he was hard enough, he went round and forced it into my ass. After dipping it into my cunt for a little extra lubrication.It hur...t.And he went on a long, long time.It was an eternity before he finished. Then those bastard screws asked him if he wanted to clean me up, or just watch."Oh, I think I've had enough of her, but I wouldn't mind watching for a bit."They were careful. They undid my legs and buckled them to a pole that held them about half a metre apart. Then undid. He ran the razor across his neck,too, though there wasn't much of a need at all. Basking in the warm waterfor a few more minutes, James stepped regretfully from the shower atlast: smooth and clean.It occurred to James at this point that he'd neglected to bring hisclothes into the bathroom with him, so he would be exiting just as nakedas he entered. With a sigh, James picked up the lotion.He was lightly tanned, at best, and only then on his arms and shoulders.The rest of him was rather pale,. And there are some things that are different that you might find are enjoyable if you're willing to give up your prejudices and the way society says it should be. I swear to God, if the Puritans had been boffed by the Indians when they landed, things might be a whole lot better in this country today. And there are a bunch of feminists who'd be better off if they were getting a good, stiff cock on a regular basis." Mah-um!" I'm serious. There's an old saying about the perfect wife. She's a five. He noticed that she had a small paper bag with her."What's that?" he asked, as she lit up and took a long, satisfied drag."Oh, just a little something for Stacy," she smirked. "A little present to celebrate her success at the game." She reached into the bag and pulled out... NUMBER FOUR:"You bastard!" Stacy cried. "You fucking bastard!" She lay on her back on the leather couch in her parent's living room, her shirt and fingers sticky with sperm. She brushed her hands against the front of her.