He was having it "fitted for a slut". Daddy Tom came several times to consult and help out. They consider my captivity an art.I tried to explain over...and over but was immediately shut up and shut down wearing gags so often I soon felt strange without them in place. The following month was a body and booty busting blur. I'm pretty certain I was d**gged most of the time and food became scacer and scacer while I was being fed primarilly cum from countless cocks of friends, strangers, cousins and. She gasped as her fingers met with heated flesh. “Commando, Star?” she teased. He blushed. “Convenient isn’t it?” He slipped the jeans lower on his hips, giving her better access. Scribe lowered to her knees, her eyes scanning over him appreciatively. Slowly she used her tongue to flick the frenulum causing him to gasp, before she took the head in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper. Her tongue traced the veins and arteries, mapping all the spots that caused him to react.. And I asked her that let’s play a game and she asked what game…..So I told her that it’s called passing the smoke where she would smoke the hookah and pass the smoke to me and I would blow it out…….To my surprise she got ready to play the game and it started…..At first I was a little scared to go near her but deep inside I wanted to kiss her rosy lips…..Then I build up some courage and while passing the smoke placed a kiss on her lips…..She suddenly got back and said what was I trying to do…I. Robert was in his late 50's, short -about 5'8" or so, husky set with a bit of a belly, clean shaven and almost totally bald. Not a very attractive guy by any means but their was an air of virility about him that I found interesting. I later realized that this "air of virility" stemmed from the combination of being extremely horny with a very high sex drive. Ed told me to go fetch a couple of beers for him and Robert. As I went into the kitchen I listened to them talking. Robert said, "So,.