I felt the same way, truthfully. “Suck him off,” Dylan pointed at me, still bossy but less gruff, and Craig knelt in front of me while I sat on t...e couch. “I might not be able to come again,” I said, but Dylan shook his head. “This little shit wanted to fuck you,” he slapped Craig’s ass again and a red handprint appeared on the guy’s skin. “He’s gonna finish the job.” It felt good to sit on the couch, but after Craig had worked on me for a while I knelt with my elbows on the table and had. JUST AS I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD USE MY TITS TO SQUEEZE A MAN'S DICK MY 19-YEAR-OLD YOUNGER brother BRUST INTO THE HOUSE."NEIL,FUCK I SCREAMED GET OUT OF HERE ITS MY LIVING ROOM TOO HE REPLIED.HE BENT DOWN AND TOUCHED MY BREAST. MY NIPPLES STIFFENED AT THE TOUCH, AND A THRILL OF PLEASURE RAN UP AND DOWN MY SPINE. I DIDNT REALIZE YOU HAD SUCH A TERRIFIC RACK s*s.YOU JUST KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME I SAT UP AND LOOKED AROUND FOR MY CLOTHES. NEIL SAW WHAT I WAS DOING AND SCOOPED THEM UP WITH BOTH. I scanned the open seating area, examining my fellow students.There were plenty I recognized, but there was something off. I ponderedthat feeling, trying to figure out, through observation, what was wrong.When it hit me, it hit me hard. The people I didn't recognize wereuniversally handsome. Either tall, sculpted men with chiseled jaws andbroad shoulders, or beautiful women, with universally large chests andclassic curvy figures. There was no way that I could have missed thiscross-section of. "That's different," she said looking up at him, "I've never seen one like that. How does it work?" This is very special and very difficult to get. It's vulgar name is a Slave Collar and the ends meet together just like it seems they should, but here's the catch: Once they're together they can't come apart, ever. Once this collar is connected it can never come off. It would have to be cut off and this is surgical stainless steel; it won't come off easily. Look here."His fingers moved to the.