Anthony’s cock bobbed violently, as she tickled his anus. She knew part of his secret. It was true that he was an ass slut, but he also longed for a...strong woman to make him her sissy bitch. There were many times that he fingered his own ass until cum shot from his cock. Often, he didn’t even have to stroke his shaft; just the stimulation to prostate was enough. Anthony even had a long, thick dildo that he could suction cup to the wall and ride. He wasn’t gay. In fact, he had no interest in. I'm really feeling it. He moves the stimulator down across my clit and on down to press it against my pussy lips. This buildup is incredible. I've never gotten so close to coming so quickly with Dan, but he must hear something in my voice, because he pulls the stimulator away, back down my thigh. I'm writhing, trying to will it back. I know that I can let go of the ropes, but I'm not sure that he'll use this magical device on me if I do, so I just breathe as I listen to the drums and slowly. "May I suck my Master's cock, Sir?" A little tender back there, are we?" Yes Sir. I could never deny you anything, Sir. It's yours. But this hot little mouth that you love so much, would love to taste her Master's cum, Sir." Now that's an offer that I can't refuse. On your knees, bitch!"As Amy kneeled down and removed the towel, I heard Lucille speak from behind me.In a voice that sounded impressed, she said, "Well played, Daughter."Just before she took me into her mouth, she smiled at her. We had driven my truck because we were taking some things from storage back with us. We tied everything down and left out about five in the morning. With any luck, we would be home around ten that night. The drive was pleasant. My wife and I took turns driving. At each gas stop we would trade out. She slept when she wasn't driving, and I slept or answered emails while I wasn't driving. We had just crossed over the state line near Memphis, when my wife had, what she thought, a great idea. “You.