He didn't like it, because it made his cock strum up like a fence post. His hands had gone to her bare shoulders, but he couldn't seem to make himself...push her off. When he spoke, his voice was weak and not nearly as stern as he meant it to be."Come on, Susan. I'm not going to have you practicing on Bess after we've worn her out already--" Oh, I didn't mean Bess." The gleam in her eyes brightened, and suddenly she reached down. "I meant this!"Her fingers groped along his bulging crotch and Dave. "Uh uh, tiger," said Beth. We shared a silent giggle.Tim sat back, grinning, and I realised this was it; was I prepared to go this far with my s!ster's boyfriend, in front of her. Of course I was. I was getting worked up again and there was no way I'd back out now.I ran my hands down Tim's torso, letting my fingers dig a little into his muscle."Mmm. That's good," he murmured.I carried on, until my hands were over his belt buckle. I let them trickle down further, feeling the bulge of his cock. I. Normally I wouldn’t do that, but she was being very difficult and doubted my control over her. Needless to say, she never did after that. Unfortunately, she got a promotion and had to move after she was fully trained.”Sara sat there and mulled this over, kind of lost in a daze. Suddenly she felt Charley, no that was not right, her Master, slip her collar around her neck. First the click of the collar lock and then the click of the leash being attached. “Now you are genie, my sub. Remember. Personally I always hated the stereotype gayimage one got from movies and television. I had no problem being a tomboy like my mom and still consider myself a female at heart. While Icontinued to wear girls under wear under my clothes to school, I alsoenjoyed reading Cosmo magazine at the girls table while we talked aboutwhich boys in school we thought were cute.The summer my mother ran her school's cheer leading camp, it was thehappiest summer of my life since mom and dad built me a play house.