It’s too late. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Marg I’m cumming, I’m cumming and cumming and cumming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Ohhhh, fffu...ucccckkk.”I did it again. I passed out. The world disappeared from my grasp.The only sound that I could hear was a sound like, “wwwoooo, wwwoooo, wwwoooo.” It went on and on while I had the most incredible dream. I was back with Marg that very first time. My heart was beating the same way and those incredible feelings of love and affection came back. I knew what was going to happen to me but was powerless to do anything about it. i simply had to wait in an agony of expectation while the iron reached the right temperature. Then, pulling it out of the fire, he planted it firmly on my arse and branded me with the word 'slave' so that all who use me will know what i am. Then, having marked me permanently as a slave, he invited other Leather Masters to his dungeon.i had to crawl to the door of the dungeon and lie in front of it. When each. I met a few guys I played poker with on Fridays, and the man and I struck up a small friendship. We would sit on his front porch, waving at passersby, he would tell me gossip about people in town and also old stories of the crazy things he did when he was my age. His wife was rarely around, mostly cooking or cleaning. He didn’t speak to her much when she was around, let alone show her any sort of affection. ‘Bobbi Jo, get me some tea would ya?’ was probably the most-used phrase Billy would. "If my husband knew what I wanted to do with you, he might not be real happy." What are you talking about?" he asked."This," she said, rocking her hips and rubbing the gusset of her panties on his hardening cock. That finished the job, and suddenly he was ready for the real thing."Amanda!" he warned her."It's just rubbing, Daddy," she said. "And it feels so good. I just know I could cum this way." I thought you wanted me to rub you with my fingers," he choked."I do, but this is just as good.".