There was a standard lamp in the far corner of the room behind the couch, carefully positioned to give a good light for anyone sat there reading. What...Coral hadn't noticed and what Effie had was that the lamp was kept aloft on the head of a leather encased male slave.The two girls went over to the lamp and peered under the shade. "How does he do it? He's standing so still!" Coral said, looking at the helpless man, his gaze cut off by the leather hood that covered his head and face. The slave. I have had my hair done the same as Jen's, tints and all. We swap clothesand apart from the fact that I am an inch taller, Jen's boobs are a bitbigger than mine and my shoulders are a bit broader, we look like twins.Oh, my feet and hands are slightly bigger. Unless we are standing side byside people have real difficulty, I have unconsciously picked up a lot ofher mannerisms.Jen thinks that I should get the surgery done. She reckons that it wouldhelp me sort myself out mentally/sexually and give. Brandon moaned, half awake now, raising his hips a little to push into my mouth. “Fuck is this breakfast in bed?” he murmured sleepily."Mm breakfast is downstairs, this is your boyfriend doing morning worship rituals on your cock." Brendan approves," he slurred.I chuckled, then turned my attention to my task. I drew him into my mouth the best I could although I could only get an inch or so in there. I ravished the head of his penis while stroking his shaft with my other hand. Brandon always. The town wasn’t big enough for the local police to forget so easily…even though the town was getting a little rougher, its not like the local LEOs had a lot of murders to contend with. He had checked with the five hotels in the town and none of the managers had seen her and definitely hadn’t rented her a room. He was just leaving the last hotel when he saw the big Indian Chief sitting in the parking lot in front of one of the rooms. It was a nice bike and obviously had ALL the extras and he.