The smell of piss and cum mingling together like some loathesome stew makes me feel utterly disgusting. Yet, at the same instant, totally free. Should...I feel guilty these demented thoughts? No. Master allows me the privelage of reconciling the worst filth with the knowledge that these lessons are meant to train me to become his (or who he sees fit) perfect subordinate cunt slave. My mind drifts amidst the worst acts one can do, or have done, to their bodies. One which is a recurring, appalling. He told me he had to return the favor. He rolled me over on my back and got between my legs. He leaned over me and took one breast in his mouth and started to lick my nipple. He massaged my boobs as his tongue was circling my nipple, first one nipple and then the other. At that time my boobs weren’t real big yet, but big enough and firm enough that he could take them in his hands. It felt so good to me. I had never had a guy lick my nipples before. All the boys I’d been with were only. .then he stuck his tongue in my ear! My head was spinning and my whole body was on fire as my Cock continued to throb! I was still lying down and he knelt in front of me, both of us nude. He said again that he can smell my Cock and knew that I was a Cock lover. If not, why hadn't I run off yet? He was holding he beautiful shaft in his fist, squeezing it and shaking it towards me, telling me that Cock is God.....the most powerful thing on earth that everything we do or say is in honor of Cock! I. A few days later, three Polaroid pictures arrived in the mail:Little Peter cocksucking Big Ron the way I'd seen, and another ofPetey grinning at the camera while wiping a blob of cloudy glop offhis lips, and last of all the two of them blowing each other in aclassic 69. On the back of that last one was written "Here's howwe learned to swim at your place!" These were pictures with theirfaces fully visible! Talk about trust? The next three or fourtimes they got together to do each other they.