I wanted J.J. and I wanted him badly, so I stripped him all the way down to his boxers. I felt his hard dick through his boxers and it made me so horn.... J.J took off the rest of my clothes and started eating my pussy. 'Mmm' his tongue sliding in and out of it. I pushed his head into my pussy as a sign to not stop. He then slid one finger into my pussy and one into my ass while he licked my clit making me scream out in enjoyment. "Can we join? Ae all got hard from watching you two." one of the. He replied Devon and explained that his ancestors were fromDevonshire and his mother had named him after the ancestral home. Next,she admired his corset and asked about it. He told her he had gone to acorsetiere's and been properly measured for the garment. As she wasfinishing up, she asked if he had a special name for when he wasdressed. Devon replied that he had not renamed himself yet. She askedif she might have the honor and name him. After thinking for a fewseconds, he agreed. . But then she had attributed it to her family problems and that she was forced to marry. I was kind of disappointed for some reason, but I didn’t give it much thought.Later on, I got to know that her husband was an absolute dick to her. That he came home drunk most of the time, didn’t take care of her. Her Mother in law was not any better either. She kept saying how he doesn’t even talk to her at all.I then asked her if he doesn’t even do any of the sensual stuff and she went like, “Oh, that and. Would he want a hot, eager slave slut, ready to throw herself at his feet and split her legs widely, begging to be raped? Or perhaps a shy, reluctant girl to be forcibly bent to his will and compelled to serve him unquestioningly? Or did he want an All-American college girl whom he could dress up in cheerleader costumes, that she must then remove sensuously in the privacy of his chambers? I did not know. All I could do was be myself - a deeply submissive slave girl, willing to do anything to.