No, he realized. He knew what their sex felt like. Part of it. A smallfraction of it. And even that was addicting.Later that night, Craig slipped ...nto the suit again. He stood on hiscarpet. Barefoot. His heart hammered in his chest but he ignored it ashe dressed himself, slipping the panties over his legs until they weresnug on his crotch. Next, he slid the dress on, zipping it up andpulling it tight against the wide curves of his waist."Oh god," he said, with her voice.The heels were. Well they could see she was sat on top of me but what they couldn’t see was that she had cheekily pulled the front of my shorts down and that she was not wearing any underwear.It felt electric, I could feel her damp pussy against my cock… which wasn’t hard yet because I just was not expecting her to do this in such a public space. I soon began to feel that familiar swelling and that delicious throb between my legs. My cock did not take very long to get rock hard, stretching its length along her. But anyways, that particular day, I was fully engulfed in my newly found play toy and I was loving it! I looked her in her eyes and the climax inside me was building like a boiling volcano. The feeling inside me made me feel as if I was going to rocket straight into outer space. I started to fill her as my impending boiling orgasm over took my body. I expelled jet upon jet of fresh baby batter into the soaked and soiled flower that surrounded my hard cock, and I kept thrusting as not to lose. I guess I got used to playing with Brenda. Not that I’d play with her without orders. She got the better deal though. She got to play with my tits. Hers are so little. But she does have those long nips. They were yum.I wonder what Cynthia’s tits would feel like. Wait. What the hell? Where did those thoughts come from? Maybe Master is programming me to like girls. Can he actually do that?Eh. What Master wants, Master gets.Wait. No. I don’t like girls. I’ll fuck’em for Master but not by.