I am like huh and asked “he knows about this?”. She said yes and he actually makes the rules not her. It was Thursday and she would be driving to ...ee him tomorrow for the weekend. She also confessed that her previous weekend trip was an S&M event he took her to out of state. I slowly worked into more in-depth questioning about her relationship. She explained that in their relationship, he owned her pussy and ass and that his master and mistress owned his ass. I asked “so he gets ass fucked?”.. It was black and she had a cap. There was a vest but no blouse, so most of her luscious tits were exposed. It buttoned securely across her upper tummy and forced her breasts together and upward to emphasize their fullness. Not that they needed to be emphasized, mind you, but she looked spectacular wearing it. The color and the cut were perfect.Her shorts, cut high on the hip, were tight enough to have been painted on and the extra appliances sewn into the crotch would be constant reminders of. " As he stepped forward and pulled down his trousers, I watched his nine inch cock spring out of his shorts. "Mm." I thought to myself that I would really enjoy the sight of that big juicy cock getting sucked. I told my sissy/slut friend: "Suck it for me you little bitch." I knew my friend was eager to please me. I watched her amateurish licking tongue, as she eagerly devoured the hunk's throbbing shaft. She began to get the hang of it, and I noticed that our guests were getting noticeably. More congenial for her than for me, as she was too bland for my tastes. The one thing that could've livened up my interest in her, I resisted doing anything about, as I didn't use any of the conversational opportunities that arose to remind Mackenzie that she should share me with her sisters. I saw no chance of my reminders helping, and she would probably get upset about them. I was attentive and nice, hoping that Mackenzie would tell her girlfriends at school what wonderful company I was, as a.