“two – what happens in here, stays in here”. I open your door, take firm
hold of your small, if now stiff, prick and pull you out of the car to follow me to
the door in the corner and down the stairs to my favourite room. I grab both sides of your head and force
myself into the back of your throat, I may have caught slightly on one of your teeth
or not, but I’m just looking for any excuse. very
few try to leave at this point and neither do you. I take a cane from the rack and pull your head up. You then started threatening me with
exposure and the police, but the local and county police heads were among those upstairs,
so I laughed. I close the gap between us, calmly so as not to jar you out of your
indecision and gently take your hand and place it on my pole. I picked you up at a public toilet. My Play Room. “For this first offence of trying to bite my cock,” I exagerated, “your will
