”Amy reached for her second pair of handcuffs and used them to put Ben into a full hog-cuff. She then slipped out of her shorts and lay down on the ...hick rug next to her prisoner, lying on her side with Ben’s head resting on her inner thigh.“Did you know that the key to those handcuffs will cost you one hour of worship?”“At least you have one key,” Ben teased.Amy didn’t reply, but pulled his face closer into her crotch and carefully positioned his mouth.“The black panties from last night,” Ben. But wanted to share the story of my fantasy. As I lay here in my own bed with cum on my back sliding down in between my ass, I think to myself.. How did I get here? I'm now officially a fucktoy, a worthless sissy that lives only to serve cock. The first cock has conquered me. However the crave of cock started already when I was young. When I was drawing dicks on a paper thinking to myself that is looks so marvelous, so big.. so tasty. I would spend nights jerking of thinking of cocks and taste. Staring at him I lowered down till I had about a third of him on my mouth when he looked back down. As his eyes met mine, I tongued the slit as there was a fair amount of precum leaking.His eyes went wide and he took a deep breath and held it, only to see me pull back from him, stroking his cock slow and easy. He was breathing in little gasps by then and his face was flushed. I looked in the living room one last time and moved back towards him. His eyes were only open to little slits now as I. Of course, you've already shown that you have your own ways of arranging meetings — whether a person wants to see you or not. Very resourceful I must say. Take a seat," the man said.Gavin recognised Henry Sinclair from the many images he had come across on-line, so there was no need to confirm who the man was. He was still off-balance from being told that he was expected and the fact that Sinclair knew his name.As he took one of the leather seats, he couldn't resist asking about that."How do.