Graham could feel his cock demanding attention as it rubbed against the silky panties he was wearing, the plug thrilling his insides.
The combined hardness and penetration was almost unbearable, he had rate my boob never been so hard though and knew he rate my boob would just have rate my boob to grin and bear it.
"Yes" answered Graham.
Graham tried to fish his cock out from under his skirt, he eventually achieved his aim, but not without first succeeding in rate my boob pushing the butt plug further inside himself.
He stroked his shaft, conscious that he must not come, but desperate to put on a show for rate my boob this girl.
His eyes remained glued to her thighs and stocking tops.
He groaned barely able to control his need for release.
Relieved that he wasn going to come he tried to gauge where rate my boob they were, just passing Wandsworth not far from the centre of town, nearly there.
He stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over his slit, causing a shudder of rate my boob pleasure to course through him.
God how am I supposed to get that in my panties, thought Graham.
He tried to bend his engorged prick back into the tight fitting panties, pain seared through his cock at the mistreatment it was receiving.
He got out and straightened himself up, the girl pushed an envelope into his hands and slammed the door shut driving off at great speed.
Shit, he had been dumped in the middle of London with just an envelope, presumably contained his instructions, His Lady was making her Slut Boy work for his keep.
He felt ridiculous, if anyone saw him he was likely to get beaten up at the least, raped even, looking the way he was dressed, anything could happen.
He tore the envelope open, it contained an address and rate my boob a map rate my boob, at least it wasnt to far.
He set off struggling in the heels, blushing with humiliation, cursing His Lady under his breath, the plug an ever present reminder of his situation.
A car slowed as it passed, full of people laughing and pointing at him, he blushed but carried on.
He arrived at the address after rate my boob ten thankfully uneventful minutes, his heart sank, it rate my boob was a bar called "Poodle Doggy".
Graham hesitated outside, his heart pounding, his prick still jutting painfully.
He rate my boob had no idea what he was supposed to do but he was freezing, he knew he had to go inside.
