I let out a yelp, and almost screaming, just hollar, “ya daddy---oh ya daddy—oh fuck me---fuck the shit outta me”! Dad was about the only person...that could make me weak enough to play the bottom boi. He was big and thick as well, and the pressure of his cock invading my ass was overwhelming. He pulled my big stinkin jock feet to his face, and started huffin on them. “Oh fuck you stink like a pig” he exclaimed as he continued to destroy my young tite jock ass.What seemed like hours, but probably. We began to become good friends and spent a lot of time together. Then one evening while driving home, I was thinking of Kate, she had been wearing a short black skirt, sitting at her desk, one of the floor supervisors came in to the office, he seemed a bit nervous as he spoke to my colleague, not his normal confident self, then I noticed he was staring at Kate. She had her legs crossed and her skirt had ridden up, I could see the top of her nylon stockings and the creamy flesh of her thighs. I. It tasted like a mixture of boy sweat and dried cum. He slowly established a slow slurping rhythm going up and down, passionately. He then started to rapidly lick in circles around Nick's bright pink dick head. It amazed Logan how soft Nick's dickhead was. Logan then licked the piss hole of the dick and slowly took the loose frenulum on the back of Nick's dick into his mouth. The frenulum is the part just under the piss hole/v shape on the back of the dick. In response, Nick clenched the bed. In fact, Zithrusa could communicate with only the fan, without even learning the language! At least as far as society went. Women weren't meant to say much anyway, and Wong would deal with communicating with servants staff and slaves. It was interesting for Zithrusa to have the boot on the other foot, and have to learn John and Wong's subtle signals of desired behavior. She learned to simper, to tap with her fan lightly instead of slugging John's arm hard when he made an embarrassing joke, to.