Break a leg boy 1
At that point I knew I was free, well as free as one could be stuck in a room, with no more than a bed and a few books to keep you company, and I hated reading books. I never had the patience to lay in bed reading a book, reading someone else's imagination, I had one of them myself and I usually used it to pull my cock thinking of Ms White. My head was filled with thoughts, millions of thoughts swirled through me head. Although I had fallen asleep when the brown lad dropped me home, he...