I'm sorry, but I haven't learned your name" It's Barnard, sir." No need for the sir. From some things I've heard, I have the impression that if I let ...you use your talents, my life will be far more smooth."In rather a caricature of the tones of a stuffy but expert butler, he said, "Curt, we sometimes use the model of staffing a perfectly run psychiatric facility, in which we do not want to upset the inmates."That made perfect sense. Laughing as I told Barnard goodbye, Telling Carol of the plan,. At the time I was sexually in my prime, and I had a smoking hot petite girlfriend at home. I usually only played with skinny chicks if I could help it. When I walked into that little hole in the wall, I immediately thought it wasn't for me. The driver I worked for asked me if I wanted to go try it, but when I saw all the fat women working there, I politely declined. I secretly thought to myself that they'd have to pay me to fuck them. I could, and had, picked up women a thousand times hotter. There are no limits to what we can do this weekend. Bondage? Tie me up. Spanking? Turn me over your knee. Titty fucking? Lube them up. If you have a fantasy that includes me I want you to live it out this weekend.”“You’ve already fulfilled most of my fantasies,” Phil informed her.“Then let me fulfill the rest of them,” she said in a thick voice. “Sometime this weekend you’re going to put it up my butt. Ooh, you like that idea. Do you want to butt-fuck me, Phil? I’ll tell you something kinky:. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and his manhood swung back and forth with the movements. I ran my hands slowly up his thighs and saw, buried in his pubic hair, what looked like a giant rubber band encircling his cock and balls. It wrapped from under his sack to around his base and made his balls stick out and look huge. His soft, thick cock began to swell. I leaned in and could smell his manly scent. I hadn’t licked his balls that first time, but they looked so beautiful, I wanted to now..