I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted it, I wanted it bad. I managed to finally look away to noticed that I was no longer stroking my cock but the ...uy on the right was doing it for me. I sat there for a minute watching him stroke mine and his. It felt nice. He finally got up and pulled his jeans all the way down and pointed his dick at. I opened my mouth and took it. I licked up and down the shaft, making sure my tongue came up and flicked his head a couple times before I started to suck it.. Or, if you asked Marty, he was the president of our wrestling federation. You may have never met Marty, but if you’ve ever bought a car from a used car lot then you know him. He was barely my height- 5’8′- and he was a bit pudgy. Not really fat, but soft. His thin hair was just starting to recede and he had a grubby little mustache. He was a bit of a weasel, but not really a bad guy as long as you kept an eye on him. He had some brains, too. Not as much as he thought he did, but he could be. .. Beautiful. He spun me around and kissed me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth, his hands caressing my silky ass. He kept pushing his cock into me. I took hold of it and started stroking it as we kissed. He finally stopped, put his head on my shoulder and moaned. My turn. I slowly kissed my way down. Finally, I got on my knees and started slowly stroking his cock with my fingers. I licked the edge of it, up and down. He put his hands on my head and tried to push me on his dick, but I. ?While you aremy slave in this palace you will wear my collar and the wrist and ankle cuffs Ichoose. Apart from these and your restraints you will wear nothing, you are myslave, and you need no clothes to do that. When you are outside my wallsthough, I would have you wear this.? She held up a silver ring with a closableopening. ?With this on your ankle, you will remember you are my slave,? shestated.Eyrecaeconsidered, but finally nodded. She could always take it off in private. ?Iaccept.??Good..