I followed them so that I knew where things where when I began the operation.I often went that far for an auction and I often returned with nothing, s... I was okay in that part. I was always doing something and covering it with something else. Even I didn't know all I did that was just for show, and that was okay.I got home about 2PM and was interested to see how my house had done without me. It had taken five days to end Jerrome's reign of terror. I had been away three nights so I was curious. "What the fuck is this?" Julia asked, her hand over her mouth. I turned and blushed hard, my cock still throbbing to be let out of its prison, as we both looked at a picture of a hot, big titied brunette riding a thick, foot long dick. The caption read 'Oh fuck yes! I needed a real man's cock for once!' Julia grabbed the wireless mouse and started to click through the captions, each one degrading the reader for having a small cock, and glorifying the hung man in the picture for being a real. She walked in and handed me a bottle of beer, which I instantly began to drink. She sat next to me, very closely, which made me very apprehensive, but still my meat grew in my shorts."So I bet you have a Girlfriend? You certainly have the looks." I was about 6ft, with blonde hair and did go to a gym regularly, I thought I had a very good body, not an amazing one, but I wasn't ashamed of removing my shirt in public. I laughed and said, "No I don’t, sadly." "Awww really, I'm very surprised." Now. His tongue can be a butterfly or a bulldozer. He chooses the pace and for how long. He may only do it for a minute until he quenches his thirst for my juice. Leaving me bereft, frustrated, on edge, whimpering and begging. Though he may do it for much, much longer, until I am sore, tender, raw and feeling I can't take anymore. Begging him to stop and feeling I will crumble into dust. Me and my pleasure, or lack thereof, do not matter to him in this moment. He is taking what he wants, what he.