Jonathan kept a straight face only because he didn't want to embarrass his owner, but inside he wanted to cry and beg. He sat in the backseat of the p...ofessor's car, his arms cuffed behind him, his feet in black Oxfords and was gagged and collared. Even now he was hard as cement, his erection really was permanent.Interestingly the professor's new slave boy was not in the car with him and Jonathan sat alone, looking at the floor as he knew he had no right to even look at the outside world.After. .I'm okay..." He mumbled under his breath."I'm going to start moving now." Quinlan moved his hips back until all of his member, but the tip was out of Bryce. "I won't be able to hold myself back much longer." He thrust the full length of his member back into Bryce, causing Bryce to bury his face into a pillow to muffle his moans.Quinlan started with a smooth, steady pace until the urges inside him caused his pace to quicken. "You're so tight, you feel so good." Quinlan tilted his head back, the. Leslie had called it her clit. Another shudder shook her bodily. Turning to prop her head on the shower wall, she closed her eyes and continued."Maggie," that was Bert's voice. "Do you want privacy?"Opening her eyes, she saw Bert standing next to her. She looked down. Bert had a good stiffy. She shook her head no."I'll go back to my shower." He walked back over to his showerhead.Maggie watched the butt muscles flex on his return. Stepping on the bar of soap, she slipped to the floor. Her butt. “That’s not nice,” Suzie said shaking a finger at him.Stomp stopped in front of Sean and said, “Hi, Sean.”“Hi, Stomp.”Turning to face the troll, Suzie said, “Hi, Stomp.”“Hello, Lady,” Stomp said scratching his stomach. He smiled at her; showing lots of yellow teeth. The policeman took another dozen steps away.Sean pointed over at the flattened police car and asked, “Why did you do that?”“Bad noise,” Stomp said holding his hands over his ears.“What?”“Hurt ears,” Stomp said. He went over to the.