Suck that cock”Chris looked up and me and smiled. Then he started to bob up and down my cock, which felt so much better, but I wanted more. As if he...knew what I was thinking, Chris got up and kissed me. I kissed him back, feeling our tongues swirl with one another. He pulled me up and pushes me on the bed, then gets on top of me.“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” Chris said in a hoarse voice.He continued kissing me and felt all over my chest. He knew I was sensitive about my. A dark realisation came over me. I'd have to play along. At least for the time being.I sat in a state of bemusement for a good couple of hours until eventually my phone beeped. It was a text message.Here is your first stockings/panties/plug check. Send a photo back within 2 minutes or there will be consequences.Oh my god, I'd forgotten. I rushed upstairs and grabbed the suitcase I kept my stuff in. I quickly found some stockings, panties and plug but a minute had gone. I had no lube for the. Too time consuming. We’d have to warehouse the bitches, coordinate the auctions, collect the money, you know. Besides, we don’t want to go into competition with the wholesalers. We like the fact that we can just stop in, unload our excess inventory of pussy, and get out. Occasionally over the years we’ve had guests who have taken a real liking to one of our slaves and will want to buy her from us here, but we don’t really like doing that. It’s awkward for us to have to negotiate with a. "Now then." Kevin said looming over me, Jack's reins in his hand. "Ready?"I gave him a hiccup for an answer, followed by a soft forced tiny burp."Right." Kevin bent over and hoisted me to my feet with ease. "Ok?" he asked, keeping his hold on my arms till he was sure I was steady."Yes. Hic. I'm not ... hic ... drunk you know." I growled.He moved my horse around and I tried to hop a bit, moving closer. To my shame I outright belched, loudly. Kevin was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. But wisely.