“I love the way you touch me,” she said as he switched to her other nipple. Spurred on by her fast breathing and coos of pleasure, he worshiped he... breasts with his mouth, making her writhe on the bed. The hand not supporting him explored her body, taking in every inch of her soft skin, gravitating steadily toward her legs, and the part between them. Finally, he could wait no longer, and cupped her sex in his hand. A warbling cry bubbled from her lips as he touched her wet heat, followed by a. He had been included in the ‘slut’ designation, but he didn’t argue about it. He didn’t say, “Guys can’t be sluts. That’s a gender specific kind of thing.” Instead, he sighed and decided Julie was right. He was a slut. Right now he was thinking about what Julie’s pussy might feel like if his hard prick was buried inside her. And his muscles urged him to climb on Barbie and make her squeal in that way that made him want to bust a nut. He did want to bust a nut, and he wanted to bust one in both. After the shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and walked into my room. Ray, still watching the flick, looked over and said, "Where the fuck have you been? Why'd you take a shower?" I replied, "Just felt like it." I went over to my dresser to get my underwear and felt a hard yank of the towel. Ray, in a prank, pulled my towel off me. I quickly cover my manhood and Ray laughed."I knew you had a small white dick!" Ray exclaimed laughing. My dick was about 4 inches hard, but at that moment, I was. One day my Mistress came again. "Are my clay toes done?" I shivered. I had completely forgotten about them after that day. "I forgot," I tried to excuse. "I a… I will make them right away!" My mistress came by and slapped me hard on the cheek. "I expect them to be ready for tomorrow!" Then she left. I felt even emptier.In that moment I was so lonely, I hadn't felt never before. I sat by the tableand started to tear a piece of clay. My eyes filled with tears and I startedto cry. Early in.