Releases the cuffs from his wrists and from his boots. Gay sex That ten or eleven-inch piece of meat hung down his leg and made no excuses. He embraced it and that’s that period. Tomorrow he’s going to hook the Major’s dick and balls and maybe his tits up to the electrical control box. Spittle shoots out of his open mouth. I close the distance between us, grab the back of his head with my free hand and force his mouth into mine. He’s panting lightly. AAAHHH, AAAHHH. The scent of his fading aftershave, the stink coming from his pits is masculine perfume matched only by the smell coming from his sweated-up ass crack. I hum into the warm cavity as he sucks greedily on my tongue. Removing them from the hook on the back of the closet wall and inserts both hands into the snugness of these new, fragrant leather weapons. Looking across the dungeon at Major Fielding’s bruised and battered body hanging on the Cross. I can feel the mushroomed head drooling pre-cum down my leg as I grab and squeeze the shaft.
