She smiled at the hope in my face.
“You little fag-boys are all the same,” she laughed, “just control their d***s and they will agree to almost anything to have a spurt, am I right?”
I nodded.
“You realize that we really don’t have to give you s**t for your cooperation,” she sneered. “We pretty much can force you to do whatever we want, but it’s nice to see a worm like you agree to something that no real man would ever consider doing just to be able to wank the little thing between their legs they think is a dick.”
She was right and I looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
“So, I have a proposition for you,” Miss Wilma said. “Have you ever sucked d**k?”
I shook my head.
“I want an answer,” she snapped.
“No, Miss,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because my wife didn’t think that I should hav
