Then footsteps accompanied by a tuneless whistle. Xnxx Benji was in heaven. “That’s right,” said Bob, “that’s what a whore bitch wears – and this weekend, you’re our whore bitch!”
Benji almost cried, but put on the clothes as he was told. Despite his being so abused, it left him in a state of excitement and anticipation. Must ha’ bin when I was having a nap or sumpin. His blush made his face red like a tomato – Bob was immediately at his side, putting an arm around his waist, guiding him into the middle of everyone there. As he was pulled by the shoulders one way, his thong was pulled off the other way, his hard young cock springing up. On the stroke of 6pm Saturday, Bob’s Corvette was outside the bar; Benji was waiting with his overnight bag, wearing the spandex as instructed. While Joe went to get the drinks, Bernie leaned over and cupped Benji’s cock and balls in his huge hand, giving them a squeeze. He was soon drinking the punch – which had a punch like Mike Tyson.
