Spreading apart the wimp’s asscheeks and pressing the tip of his cock to the sissy’s clenched pucker. No.” He answered after thinking. The older, swarthy man. She led him upstairs. Ian wasn’t sure why, but he had to shift positions a little as his tiny prick got hard. Then came Sunday… “I know how you need to be treated.”
Ian cums first with the man stroking him. Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an early day. Through clenched teeth Ian begged “N…god no! Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything. “N…no. Then the Alpha blows his manly load in the girly ass. Men into sports. Still the young man tried to work hard. “Your nothing peanut bump. “Ha! Grant rubbed the sissy’s little cock, then flicked his balls through the lace. He had Ian stand and bend over his secretary’s desk. Period.” the cruel man taunted. His sight flashing red. Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. “Uh…you?” Ian whined. Wendy had an orgasm from Ian going down on her. Grant open palm slapped the wimp across the face. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs. Like a punishment for being a sex object.
