”I hadn’t noticed the slim band around her neck.“Slaves in pink collars are available for anyone’s use,” she explained, as the slave girl fi...ally got my cock down her throat. “If her collar was green, that would mean that she was private property, but even so, if he freely sent her over without instructions, it would be understood that he would be giving you the use of her. Even if she were wearing the ... the ... chastity belt? Yes, chastity belt, he would still be offering her mouth. White. Karen watched with eager anticipation as Stacey reached out slowly and ran her fingers over his cock, tracing the lines over the thin material of his tight shorts. “WHOOO!” She cheered! Then reaching forward quickly, she mashed Stacey’s hand into his cock, holding it there. “Get a grip Stacey!” She watched the shock register on Stacey’s face, but she didn’t try to pull her hand away. Even when Darnell covered her hand with his own, she only laughed as he gyrated against her hand.It was quick,. So to help I asked if she like what she’d seen and she said “yeah” and then asked if she liked feeling it and again said “yeah”. I asked if she’d seen one before and she replied “yeah one at school playing dare but his was about the size of her finger” and at this she couldn’t stop talking and asked “do they all grow to be as big as mine”. I told her “mines quite a bit bigger than a normal one” and said it’s OK if you want a better look or touch. She said “it was softer than I though it would. She tried putting her leg out straight and down, but all that did was force my face deeper into her dripping pussy. My left hand was still underneath her and was now able to prod even deeper into her ass, which was almost lubricated with the juices flowing from her steaming love tunnel. Crab crawling was her only resort at this time. She began squirming backwards on the bed, struggling to free my fluttering tongue from her quivering love button. Once she had cleared her knees, she tried.