‘How come you’re getting here so late?’ I told her I had been supposed to meet some friends from a BBW group in South Jersey that I DJ’ed for,...but that had fallen through. I had combined the trip up to the convention with dropping a friend’s son off at Harvard because he was a resident assistant who had to report to school early. ‘So since I was up here anyway, I decided to come, but it took a while to get him dropped off and get over here and get checked in and shower and change.’ ‘Oh’, she. Jacksons reasons were for saying that to me I had no choice but to humor him. Humor him or not I had about 2 seconds before this guy blew his load in my mouth. For some strange reason I had an inner instinct that told me when I or someone else was about to cum. I tried to pull my head away but it was no use. He had an iron grip on my head and was not letting go. Its not that I did not want his load in my mouth its just that I know Mr. J likes it when you put up a little fight. NOOOOOO, I. I laid there alone for a few minutes, just as I started to get up a voice said "not so fast Cissy it's my turn". I knew the voice it was Mike, I felt his hand in middle of my back and his monster cock at my hole. "Please Mike I don't think I can" I started to sob as he pushed the head of his cock into my ass, he bent over me close to my ear I could feel his hot breath as he slid more cock into me "please don't Mike you're too big" I begged. "You know you want my cock in your sissy ass" he. I knocked on Master's door when i reached his apartmentand immediately knelt to my knees as His requirementwas that when announcing yourself at His door, a slaveshould be on all fours. He opened the door for me, while still in the hallway,Master Kyle slipped on a blindfold and dog collar andchain around my neck. Master Kyle then began to "dog walk" me into His apt. As we got into His apt, he tugged on the chain whichwas my clue that we have walked far enough and that iwas to begin my foot.