Also him using dirty words making me scratch him, bite him. Mark him. Deciding to allow him this scene was unselfish. I am jealous and never allow o...hers to touch my collared slave. Viewing the pics again, seeing this slut sucking on my slave, gives me another idea. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am presented with a lovely view of his tight ass. The panties are sheer red, the dark line of his crack visible through the panties. ‘Crawl to the couch.’ Doing as he is told, crawling to. The tie would have to be dry cleaned after he used it to wipe up all the cum he’d spurted in the car. But then he just tossed the tie into the waste basket. It was time to go out and get some new ones anyway. He finally put on a dark, short-sleeved jersey and a light grey linen suit. Putting on a suit right after work, especially on a Friday, wasn’t what he normally wanted to do, but he had a special place in mind for dinner with Lauren.When he went back into the hallway, the girl’s bedroom. Anna smiled as she unbuttoned and unzipped me, pulling the trousers free she let them drop to the floor obviously enjoying the vicarious thrill, I don’t wear underwear, I haven’t since my days in the jungles of Southeast Asia, as my circumcised, fat eight inch erection angled up forty-five degrees from my belly, the hugely swollen mushroom cap, split by the solitary eye, a giant bubble of seminal fluid wetting it as she seized the shaft, weighing the hanging testes and slowly stroking the stalk. I would pay you handsomely for these, of course, and would never leave you out of pocket.Panties are my second concern for I cannot find a pair that contains my large member without looking obvious. I have tried, but as soon as I start reacting to the soldiers out on parade, the bulge gets too large and the lace panties only make my girly appearance look comical. Suffice it to say that they are also no good in containing all that lovely liquid of your namesake. Of course, I crave a device that.