” I reached up to his mouth and removed the soaked boxers from his mouth. I expected a profanity laced tirade to ensue, but instead he weakly respo...ded with “Thank you, sir. I am sorry for what I’ve done, sir.” Thank you for my punishment sir.” He seemed to be genuine in saying this, although with what little I knew about this punk, his cocky demeanor would surely return. I took the cuffs off his wrists, and he quietly pulled his cargo pants up to his waist without cleaning himself. He. Trust me.’ ‘Yeah, sure,’ Consuela said with apprehension and humor, ‘how many times have I heard a man say that?’ We all watched with curiosity as Jimmy opened the bag and set out its contents. In the flash of an eye he had finished his very fine handiwork. ‘My grandfather, the guy who built this place was an older hippie, back in the sixties, and he taught me how to do a lot of things, one of them being ‘The Rolling of the Joint,” Jimmy said with reverence. He next lit a match, took a few. Not by a longshot.”Her hands still bound, Jessica pushed herself up. As she rolled onto her knees, she felt both the throbbing ache in her pussy and ass and the drip of his cum along her skin. She slowly lifted her eyes to him and was startled at the sight of his cock hanging in her face. Indeed, the man had already recovered. After just a few minutes since flooding her with a gut-wrenching climax, Ruslan was hard again. His cock was swollen, rippling with thick veins, and an angry shade of. It was surreal and erotic in a way I could hardly take in. When I let go of him he lifted his head up and pulled his shirt off. He looked at me for a second wild eyed and smiled as he went back down on me like he was starving for it. His body was so slim and feminine. He had a beautiful body. The pictures he had been sending did him no justice. I tried to stay calm while he sucked and throated me. I started stroking his lower back and slipped my hands down his loose cargo pants around his.