“Ow ow ow ow. Anal sex …you big fucking bastard!” I cried
out as I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his
hips. On another day I would love to have sucked and chewed his
bollocks too; but that was the last thing on his mind. “Ow ow ow ow. …you big fucking bastard!” I cried
out as I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his
hips. “Right, my dear.” He rasped in his West Country accent, “I’ve had just
about enough of this prick-teasing bollocks!”
I stood up and turned to face him with my arms stretched out across the
work bench in a crucifixion position. Again I fell asleep. My fingers were now digging into the Formica as he explored with his
fingers until he found my hole. I’d never been fingered like this before as his big thick digit
twisted and poked around inside my fanny. I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw Oz look in my direction but couldn’t
be sure.
