Throat my cock and fix my golf shot clip 5

“Piss and shit.” He said, and they were the ass first words he’d said to me. “Those the name of your kids?” I sneered. He pointed at the bucket. “Piss and shit.” “I’m strapped to a fucking board, you moron.” The guard puzzled over that one, then picked me up, and placed me into the bucket. “Piss and shit.” I stared at him. “Like this? With my cheeks squeezed tight enough to press steel?” He just stared back. Well, I’d already pissed on myself twice during the night, so this wouldn’t be anything new. As for shitting, it was either do it now and let it roll, or sit in it until I got sepsis. So, I looked Sir Piss and Shit in the eye, unloaded two days’ worth of backlog onto the board, and let it slide into the bucket. Needless to say, I was dunked into the cold water again. Two hours later, Leveria was back with her velvet box, and not a whole lot else. The leather one-piece she’d worn yesterday was gone, replaced with an outfit that could only be described as ‘slutty nurse.’ Her white fishnet stockings clung to her thick thighs, ending in garters that ran the length of her tantalizing glutes, the bottoms of which were big exposed beneath a white skirt. She wore a white ‘apron’ that acted more blowjob as a top, ending just above her midriff to show off the silken flat of her belly. “Do you like it?” She tittered, twirling on high heels, “I couldn’t find a doctor’s outfit, but it’s in the same ballpark.” I wished I tattoo could’ve told Leveria I hated it, but my cock betrayed me. “Well Doctor,” I gritted, “it appears I have a blood pressure problem.” “I see that.” Leveria smiled, staring at my meat, “I happen to have just the remedy.” She popped open her box, and ran her fingers through her tools. I watched her finger traverse a cleaver, a saw, a pair of rippers, a reamer, and a scalpel. She finally rested her hand on the scalpel, and smiled companionably to me. “Seems apropos, doesn’t it?” “When you say you ‘had the remedy,’ I thought we were dealing in euphemisms.” “No, just double-entendre.” Leveria inspected the edge of the scalpel, “Every good doctor knows that the best way to deal with blood pressure, is bloodletting.” She turned to me with that excited sparkle in her sapphire eyes, “Have you thought about what body part you like the second least?” “My heart’s been giving me some problems lately.” Leveria pouted her lips. “Have I broken it already? Come now, Elena. If you don’t pick, then I will.” She tapped the scalpel on my left nipple, and smiled patiently. I took a deep breath, then another. “Alright. Cut off my penis.” Leveria’s smile froze. “What?” “Cut it off.” I gestured with my eyes. Leveria’s smile faded. She showed me the scalpel, how thin it was, how short the blade was. “You want me to cut that off, with this? tits ” From the floor, Carole smiled up at him. Just when I felt her relax the slightest, I pulled myself up and grabbed her little hips again. I guess I’m just too old for this and it’s time to put up or shut up. weapon hiding in the rubble. How does the club tits sound?” By now she was frantically pushing her finger inside her. This was worse when I pushed the third nail in it: blood came out, I think this nail had to pierce somewhere in or tattoo around her clitoris but because of all that hair I blowjob could not see it….� The third nail was on the level of the middle of her� pubic� hair. Goddamn, my cock was fucking rock hard. “Th-th-th-th-they big a-a-are… th-th-th-they…” and Bernard burst into tears. "Alright?" she asked as she sat on the sofa beside me, "Today was a very ass special day for all of us, Harry.