doitbro: I was trying to look at their eyes, I really was, but for some reason I couldn’t do it. My
doitbro: I was trying to look at their eyes, I really was, but for some reason I couldn’t do it. My eyes kept drifting downwards. First I’d gaze at their big, masculine bulges. Then I’d lick my lips while looking at their dirty shoes. I managed to glance back up, they were smiling, but this only repeated the process. Now my glances below their waists were lasting a lot longer than my glances above their waists. They knew, they had to know, but I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t keep my eyes off their magnificent bulges and powerful feet. “On your knees,” I heard one of them say. I didn’t know which one, I couldn’t look up to see. All I could do was look at their lower halves as I fell to the ground. -- source link