Svendsen was the most striking of all. XXX He slapped my ass. “You do as I say.”
“Er… ok.” I said. Each one of these people is a witness to how much of a faggot you really are. I couldn’t help it. I swirled my tongue around the bottom of the shaft and was reworded with a barely-suppressed groan from the stoic man. Finally, he parted my lips with his gloved thumb, forcing the dry, cracked fabric into my begging mouth. He picked me up with one hand and slung me over his shoulder. He then shoved a gloved finger into my asshole. Because each one of them knows how much you like this—even if you don’t admit it.”
“I do like it, sir,” I insisted.
