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By *XThom OP Man
2 days ago
Lichfield |
'I've imagined being a lady since a young age but the temptation of the used knickers....'
'Lisa's used knickers' I chimed in.
The timing was perfect, the weight of my wife's name had made it more personal. It just hung in the air.
'We trusted you'
Matt started to breathe so heavily his rib cage was rising and sinking through his chest.
I stepped over the low chain link fence and sat on it, it sagging under my weight.
'We should tell the girls and the 4 of us talk about your behaviour'
'No, no, no, no please' Matt pleaded
My phone was in my spare hand, 'ok, just lisa'
'God no, no please, it'll be the end of me'
I sipped my beer.
What the hell had he been doing?
I don't know where the idea came from but out of mouth, 'Matt, drop your trousers and pants to your knees'
Matt paused.
'Now Matt', the force of my words saw him comply
He is a small cocked man.
It dangled there, wind blowing gwntky against his phallus, was that what was making it move or the thudding of his heart?
'Lie face down Matt, feet against the fence and at my feet'
The prick was mumbling something but I just finshed my beer, ignoring him, lily white buttocks facing me.
I put my feet, 1 each on each cheek of his backside and parted them.
Matt's hole looked too loose.
Curious.
I dropped my beer bootle down to tease his hole, it is hard to describe the willing ease with which 3 inches of bottle neck slipped in.
There was a pleasurable moan from Matt.
It annoyed me.
'On all fours you dickhead' I barked.
Boy did he look pathetic.
'Ever been spanked Matt?'
He shook his head to say no.
I yanked at the bottle and told Matt, six of the best were coming.
He started to cry softly even before the first one.
'Count them out Matt'...
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