‘Take your fucking clothes off mate’ one of them shouted. So I stood up and stripped off. ‘Look at his tiny fucking cock lads, no wonder your mi...sus is fucking other blokes. Can you even touch the sides?’ As humiliation is my fantasy, this felt amazing. ‘He’s even got tits like a girl. He is a girl. Thats not a cock, thats a clit’ Again, more bl**d ran to my cock on hearing this. Nina was sat on the couch, legs open and ready. I went to pull her hips forward so that I could enter her, but was. We'll have to do something about that." My breathing was fast and heavy as I lay on the floor, my whole body alive with lust and confused pleasure. I was moments from inadvertently grinding against the floor when I felt another hard slap on my arse. "Your job isn't over yet slave... Keep pouring! But you'll do it from your knees now! " I shuddered and managed to push myself to my knees, crawling around the circle. Tara was next, and she was ready. As I poured her champagne from the floor, she. She led her along the left hall, away from the tower, to her room and left her to stand in the middle of it. It was a rather sparse room with a bed, an old wardrobe, a washstand, and a couple of chairs. But she approached none of these, choosing to head for a plain, uninteresting tapestry that hung on the wall with a pair of cords dangling in front it. Corinne looked upon the poorness of the room and she felt her heart falter. It was as shabby, if not more so, then her lodgings. The cold that. I slid one hand around his balls - my god, they felt so tight I was sure he was about to shoot all over me - and I started to gently but firmly massage them.He gave a gasp and pushed harder against my hands."Oh yes.."He was murmuring, "Rub my bollocks..thats so good.."I slid my other hand around his cock and started to slide it up and down, gently at first, then harder and more firmly until my hand was gliding up and down his length, the lube feeling like silk. I was aching to feel him inside.