I served a knuckle sandwich today, as T would have said. I did. It hit right on the cheek joint and the guy fell to the floor like jacked lumber. I felt good. Flora felt bad. The guy was mad. But he groped me. And I didn't charge anything for the knuckles. Nor the complimentary kick right on his balls. My Phys ed soccer freak teacher would have been proud if he saw that kick.
After the boyfriend who had slime in his mouth, I met another one. His name was Martin. Martin was very tall. He had brown eyes, big hands (long fingers), a huge cock and t-shirts that were too small.
Martin was kind of sweet. But I don't think he ever understood me. When I told him that I did'nt want to sleep with him, he said that was totally ok and then he fucked me with his fingers. I never understood him either.
His fingers were so long. I could feel him poke my cervix.