..for my husband. A dam of repressed sexual need exploded into release, narrowing down in focus to this wonderful cock of my own c***d's, a cock I jus... kept sucking and sucking, draining his load and delighting in tasting and swallowing every drop.My son squirmed and shook with pleasure and I continued sucking his cock. The sensations overwhelmed him -- my sure and determined loving of his sensitive flesh became too much and I continued to suck his cock, even as he tried to withdraw, putting. They know they can’t fist you, s**t, or harm you.They just can’t leave any permanent marks or anything that requires medical attention. You are going to be their fuckbitch whore and personal fuckslave bitch. They will be doing this while I take care of some business but don’t worry i will return and pick you up. You will be on your way home no late this afternoon or late evening. i promise. i’ll even fill your car for you to get home. but until i return, these men will each temporarily own you. It was actually a question I had never been asked before.Before he had completed the sentence, I felt my fist slide around the thick tubular column that was his cock! The touch of it was magical! Without instruction, I began to jack the large organ with a knowing stroke, having stroked my own so very often. I knew how it would feel to him, but was surprised by the pleasure it was giving me. As my strokes grew longer and bolder, I realized that his cock was leaking slippery lines of goo, too. I. James laughed, came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, grinding his crotch against her ass. "You have an unbelievable body," he said. "You know you've been driving all the men at this party crazy." I figured my wife would pull back from his embrace but she just giggled and stood there with her eyes closed. Instead of pushing him away, Linda leaned back into him and said, "My husband is really unhappy. He thinks my bathing suit is too small."James realized that Linda was responding.