I wanted the feel of his knot, tugging on me every time he pulled back , then pushing up into me every time he thrust forward. The feel of his cock sl...ding inside of me as he fucked me. In fact, I realised that I had started begging him again. And that was the moment that I knew for sure that he was my master. He was my owner. I was his. Body and soul. To fuck. To ream. To impregnate. To spill his seed. Anything, my master. Just please keep fucking me like your good bitch. I was writhing under. At the end of the meal I bit the bullet.“Jerry, Wendy would like you to fuck her, and because she is so special to us, we would like that too.”From there the conversation followed a familiar script.“She's very beautiful, but I don't want to go to gaol.”“John's fucked her a few times, and Tom fucked her a couple of nights ago. They don't want to go to gaol either, but Wendy was able to convince them that she will never tell anyone outside our group, and they trust her.”“If John and Tom are. He sees I’m getting nervous; Kurt don’t be nervous it will be ok; I trim lots of guys pubes. He gently pulls my briefs down and takes them off my body. He sees my boner and doesn’t say a word; he is professional. Then he asks me to lie back a little further and spread my legs. Then he puts on that warm shaving cream to my pubes and starts to shave them; pretty painless and not so bad.Tim then asks me “ Shall I shave your testicles too” ah I don’t know. Trust me it will be fine. I just apply a. I know you have a deep love for each other, and I would hope that would flourish even when I’m not there.“If Ashley was away, as you were, I would want to be with you in every way I could – to interact with you, to talk, to hold you, and to make love to you. I love you, and that’s what people in love do. I would try to make it up to Ash in some way when she returned, just as the two of us want to make up for the fact that we missed you last week.”Chris sobbed again, “Oh, God. I love you both so.