David was about to start worshipping his Master's cock but then Max spoke. “Don’t do anything. You obey what I say, and I told you to open your mo...th, that is all”. David whimpered but Max continued to simply rest his cock on his tongue, the head just about entering his mouth. David was going crazy with lust. He just wanted his Master's cock in his mouth or ass. The salty strong scent and taste of his Master’s cock filled his mind and taste. All there was in the world was this cock. But he. Her head fell back to the lounge. He lightly energized her clitoris-handling circuit. She stared forward, her eyes blinking occasionally. Jake continued to rub her breasts.“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Jake said, speaking to her quietly. “Of course, I know it feels good. I’m feeling what you’re feeling. I can feel your horniness, how you want a big, hard cock to push into your vagina like you haven’t felt in months. I feel that tickle in your clit and how the tingly sensations are spreading. "My hands fumbled with his belt. I kneeled in front of him and pulled down his zipper. Then I gasped when a throbbing slab of black meat popped against my face. It was as big around as my forearm and almost as long."Madam, you got one chance to convince me of your innocence” He said.He grabbed my head and pressed his black monster against my open lips. I opened my mouth wide and felt him push his engorged flesh between my lips. I was able to wrap both hands around him and take him deep in me…I. Yet when they had reached this far North, the absolute glee and wonder at their entertainments, had become twisted, now the villagers gave furtive glances at the moving carts and foreign people, the whispers and suspicion of the magic wielding people. One night, something had snapped, the tension had become too much, and the villagers had descended on their travelling troupe, her family. Shivering with the memory of that night, silent tears threatened. Memories of the burning carts, some still.