Chapter Thirteen
If it weren’t for the mind numbing fear of what was about to happen, this would have been one of the s****l highlights of Ian’s life.
He was leaning with his hands against the wall. His legs were spread and there were two women kneeling between them, one in front and one behind. They had peeled off his panties to reveal the sticky areas where he had been wearing the c*m laden underwear.
Unseen, Laura was lapping at his crack and behind his balls, while he gazed down in amazement at Andrea, who was providing an equally thorough cleaning job on his scrotum and rapidly re-ascending d**k.
“What a pity,” said Andrea. “All those wasted swimmers. Each one a potential little Oliver or Julia if you hadn’t spunked them into a sweaty scrap of material in a grubby toilet cubicle.”
