Don’t tell me you’ve never beat off before—”“Not in front of other guys,” Brody said. “That’s weird. And it’s not even fair—”�...�I told you: you’re going to do what we tell you.”“Seriously,” Brody said. He pointed to Ryan and Marcos. “Those guys have an unfair advantage. They’re used to this kind of shit. And they fucking like it—”“Fuck you,” Ryan snapped. “You don’t know what we like—”“You like dick. Are you trying to deny it?”“Okay, shut up, both of you,” Travis said. “You don’t get to. She bit her lip and blushed."Yes, Master, this slut is very wet still," she answered, her voice husky. Indeed she could feel her juices still flowing, the inner walls of her pussy seeping. "I am still very excited."Kevin's grin was exquisitely devilish. "You are enjoying being displayed, as I knew you would. Let us see then how we can increase your pleasure--and your blushing."His hands, which had been lightly playing with the chain and clamps, moved up again to cup the round firmness of her. We pulled alongside a yoga class, lycra covered ladies of leisure straining their already immaculate bodies into incredulous positions. They looked like human statues, all frozen in time by some hidden force, the only clue they were living, the occasional quivering leg on a lady less versed in Vinyasa. I smiled brazenly to myself, remembering the last time my own leg had quivered like that. I too had been frozen momentarily like a statue, but had been writhing, grinding, riding rhythmically for. I remembered the old adage about how good little cocksuckers could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Izzy would qualify. I felt that if I didn’t deliver the goods, she’d go in and suck my insides out until she got what she wanted. She was magnificent, and that was before I locked onto her big dark eyes looking up at me and smiling in their unique way. I knew instantly that she loved me, and that our lust for each other was not only shared, but also an expression of our love.Izzy.