Almost as if the first two strangers were pressing a button that makes it squirt, Daddy Donaldson’s dong literally drooled into a puddle between his knees.”Prep me, please,” the standing stranger requested. Gay sex Daddy Donaldson’s was definitely thicker, but this one had to be as long as my ruler.”This isn’t funny, Creedmor,” Daddy Donaldson grunted, voice echoing gently off the wood.He tapped the stranger on the chin with two fingers. Not his own though. Hiding in plain sight behind the wide bars on the fence, feet nestled in hay, I cringed every time Angela grunted and tried wriggling free from the harnesses around her.Mister Donaldson’s twang kicked in full force, “Damn it, is it lubricated, boy?””Y-yes.””Then shove it the hell in. Donaldson really helps him burn off his masculine energy. The harnessing stranger laughed and hugged tighter. Never before had I realized he was–well, a man. He let out “ah, ah, ah” and then one long, high frequency whine that outlasted the Sword Swallower’s satisfied choking, gulping, and swallowing sounds.”All done?””All done,” the Long stranger answered, slapping Daddy Donaldson’s backside, “You two go on ahead. “Quiet down in here. Like another magic trick, it disappeared and reappeared into and out of his throat.
