Languages: English
Location: somewhere in universe :)
Body Decorations: Tatoos
Smokes/Drinks: no/sometimes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 20
Body Type: Perfect ;)
I get up and turn off the tv. I stand there with a huge grin on my face and order Shaila to bring the bill. Shaila comes over and follows me. We walk through the door and Shaila opens it. It's completely dark. I take a deep breath. "Malay." I command in Malay. "Come here." I order in Urdu. "On your knees, with your hands over your head." There is a long pause.
"Do we understand one another?" I ask. "One hundred percent." "I want to hear you say it a million times." I say in Urdu. "One." "Malay." The two men nod. "Two." "Three." "Four." "Five." "Six." Repeating the process, the men now at least have permission to talk. "Eighteen." "Nineteen twenty-two." "Twenty-three." "Twenty-four." "Twenty-five." Shaila and I both have a wicked smile on our faces. It's only a matter of time before we both end up in the same place, but I have one condition. "Twenty-six." The two men have changed again. Now there is a short, very slight frown on one cheek and the other has a hard-looking grin. "Shaila, do you have a second set of hands?" I ask.
She smiles. "Yes, I do." "One condition." I leave the room for a moment. She heads for the kitchen. Without a word, she starts taking off her clothes. She turns to Shaila and I and smiles. "I want you to wrap your hands and forearms in your stocks. We will help you, but you will not move until I give you permission." She begins. Shaila looks at me, surprised. "What are you talking about?.
Shes given a makeover, has a great smile, nice tits, hard nips and a hairy cunt.
The plan worked just fine, but he didn't have a clue.
I used these and a prostate vibrator to produce one of my all time favourite anal scenes.