One day the anticipation got the best of me. I got up and moved closer to Peter. He was on the top tier so I sat on the second tier below him and bega... massaging his soft warm penis. "Hmmmmm, I was just thinking of the same thing," he said without lifting his head or even opening his eyes. He began getting hard immediately and I stroked him a few times before moving up onto my knees and taking his upward curving member into my mouth. From my angle next to his side the curve slid easily past my. Fetish attire made up almost half of their wardrobe.The task done, the still-young man turned to look at the full length mirror by their bed. There he was, his best self, thanks to Mistress Janet. Only the thick leather collar around his neck and his cock cage adorned his otherwise nude form. Upon claiming him, Janet had mandated a cleanup of his diet and regular exercise. Michael had lost thirty pounds since then and was back to his trim, college form. He ran a hand through his short, brown. Her sweet face saddened. "Now I have to go home, Bill. I wish there was a way I could stay all night with you." I do too, baby," I said.We were getting dressed. I could tell she was thinking about something."I know," she said. "We could, you know, like the weekend you have Deena over..." Baby, there's NO WAY we could shower together with Deena here!" Deena told her mom everything that she saw or heard during the time she was with me. I don't know if it was because she was so guileless, or. She was hungry. Anna started to rub my shorts outlining my hard dick. I looked down and could see a wet spot from the precum leaking out. My dick was getting harder and was betraying me as was my mind. I wanted to fuck Mrs. Sanford but at the same time I did not want to fuck her. One thing was for sure, she wanted to fuck me. Anna undid my pants and pulled them down, my rock hard boner sprung forth and stood straight up. Anna marveled at it as she ran her hands lightly around it. "I am so.