As the little girls stood in pairs of twos trembling holding one another for some senses of comfort all the trainers pulled their large hard dicks out...and began to stroke them in front of the frightened girls. All three hundred of Mistress Laris’s male slaves were chosen to be part the family stables because of the size of their cocks. There was not one slave that did not posses a meat stick that was not nine inches long. And before the men were purchased they were made to come on comand into a. "Don't look away. A cock is a good thing."I leaned over her, my cock dangling in her face. I reached behind her head and unstrapped the ball gag from her mouth."Your name?" Jessica" she managed in the tiniest of voices, trying to loosen the stiffness of her jaw."Feels good to have that out of your mouth doesn't it?"She looked up at me and I know she was fighting the urge to say something. I secretly hoped she would just so I could give her a quick fist to the gut or smash to the face.I stood. After writing messages to several ladies, one of them replied to my request for friendship. I started looking to her picture and she looked amazing. Blond hair, pretty face and even though she looked a little bit chubby (couldn’t see the whole body) it made me even hornier for that.We started a normal conversation and she told me that she was divorced and living alone. I was looking for the right moment to somehow tell her about my real intention concerning her. And I couldn’t think about. .. one time was on Kara phone when you sent her a pic of your dick..."I started laughing, kinda embarrassed.She continued "I forwarded it to myself..." she reached behind her and had grabbed a hold my cock."I couldn't believe how big it is!" she said. It was fully hard in her hand now as she stroked it through my thin shorts. She continued "When ever I saw you i was stare at you junk... you never wear boxers so i could see the out line of it. I'd alway run upstairs and finger my pussy thinking.