” He then lowered his voice “And our loser was the wimp, sissy slave, three-four-one.” He voice then became very contemptuous as he practically ...pat out, “If it were up to me, I would make him the club’s slave zero.”“But it’s not up to you,” Mistress Gloria said loudly and firmly. “He is my slave; he is loyal to me; and he is an important part of my slave network.”I looked over at holly and mouthed, “Slave network?”She giggled silently and mouthed back, “You keep me happy and I keep the. " he said, proud that his voice was steady. "I have an extra pillow in my bedroom." He wanted to grin, but kept his face blank. "You want a sheet to cover the couch?"That got her. He saw her tense up. It made her lovely buttocks jump. She stood up and turned around, her cheeks pink and a frown on her lovely face. Man! She was gorgeous.Her facade cracked."Zack Simpson," she said, her voice strong. "I'm not sleeping on that couch and you know it."Zack felt his balls tighten and his prick leak. He. She'd go play.Kasia found a place near the street where the grass was short and the goat droppings few. The small herd was around fifty feet away, munching on the spring grass. She sat beside a patch of dirt, arranging her legs comfortably. Her dress was pulled up a bit too high for common decency, but that was never a concern of hers. She was still a kid, after all. With a glee benefiting that thought, she dumped the contents of the bag onto the ground. It was time to build!You could tell the. I want you to show me how you love to stroke yourself, to concentrate on the touch of your hands on your cock, stroking yourself, caressing yourself, arousing yourself.Do you want to feel like my mouth slip over the head of your cock and slide between my lips? Sucking it in so far it is all the way down my throat until my face is against your body. Imagine that as you grab your cock with both hands, sliding it back and forth... slowly... twisting and turning your hands as they slide over the.