The suction was absolutely powerful. She’d heard about suction toys, but she had never been too interested in them. She felt as if her head was alre...dy starting to spin. He hadn’t even started fingering her, and Janelle was sure she was not going to last. She was okay with that. They had all night. Janelle fully intended to use the time they had. Michael slipped two fingers into Janelle’s core, which was enough for her to cum, but he did not let up sucking on her clit. His fingers worked in and. The woman stopped in front of him. “Ayla,” she said; voice rusty from lack of use. “You can understand me?” he said, incrediously. “Yes. We chose not to speak. The bright ones consider us mad and leave us alone,” Ayla replied. “Bright ones? There are more?” Byron gaped. “Oh yes! A lot more. The bright ones live in the bright city. They enslave others to do their work. We don’t like the light and don’t want to be slaves, so we act insane, and they steer far from us,” she explained. “I see,” he. That was not in doubt. That was my place. A slave doesn’t assume that she deserved Master’s bed. That was just as true as my original rationale for making my own little cubby. Of course, I think that was the collar at work converting my original act of rebellion into an acceptance of my true place in life.“That’s ... interesting,” Master said. “Just make sure you keep the bedroom tidy.”“I will return the blanket to the closet until tonight, Master.”“Do that.”Master left, and I tidied the room.. I so enjoy seeing all the wonderful cocks available. I let my imagination wonder and enjoy. Sometimes I do this at the kitchen table or take the pc to the bedroom. I often wonder why I am so fascinated with the wonder of a man's cock and balls. His strong chest, arms and hands. But I am so drawn to look at a man's cock. To see them move and swell. To see the glistening of the pre-cum slowly come out of the time when excited. My nipples swell as I gaze upon this amazing male member. I.