This time it wasn't one of her dildos. It was the real thing.Rick, wrists cuffed behind his back, was now in a submissive position and he responded as...he was told. He knelt there in front of me, his soaked hard-on bobbing no more than three inches in front of my face.I could smell Sam all over him. Not only did I sense his willingness, but by the look on Rick's face, he seemed excited at the prospect of being sucked off by me in front of the girls.Sam looked at me and said, "That's me all over. ”“Most definitely yes,” Alan said, smiling.George closed and locked the door behind him. “So, Adam1992, it looks like you've charmed my employer.”Adam didn't respond. He sat on the bed with downcast eyes.“You do speak, don't you?”“Yes, sir. Pretty well, sir.”“Look at me, Adam.”Adam looked up and saw a smirking George looking him over.“You really are a very pretty boy. I think I'd like my reward now and then you can shower and I'll tuck you in for the night.” George had unzipped his pants. ’ ‘Your rather large, firm, perky breast.’ She giggles again. ‘You’re funny.’ She inhales deeply, her eyes close and head tilts back a bit. She enjoys a man’s touch. ‘Touch me. I want your hands on me. I want you to feel me.’ She whimpers. He decides to take an initiative since he could detect a pleading tone in her voice when she asked for him to touch her. He begins to, softly at first, grip onto her breast. Her heavenly whimpering is becoming more frequent with every move he makes on her. . Longing for a man’s touch, Gemma closed her eyes and imagined it was a man’s hands on her. Running through the list of mental images in her head, Gemma settled on Bobby the young boy on reception. A ghostly form of Bobby wafted into the room and had placed his hands on her breasts. Taking control, Bobby lightly squeezed the flesh making Gemma moan. The young boy lent over to face Gemma and placed ghostly, imaginary kisses on her lips and around her face. Gemma’s hands ran down her stomach to.