"White would be best," he told me. "For your boyfriend." White." I nodded."But if it were me?" Valentine turned his beautiful face to look into my eye.... "I'd want the red ones." Red? For you?" Peter asked and the salesboy sounded shocked."Why red?" I asked him."Because red is the color of passion," Valentine smiled. "They're for secret loves, not husbands or boyfriends." I thought they were for funerals," I admitted, feeling foolish."Yellow is for funerals," the boy next to me shrugged. "Red is. I asked the guy what he thought ofmy little slave slut, he admitted she looked real cute especially with thetattoos and now nipple rings. I pointed out the wording across her pubic area.He read it aloud ?Cocks go here after oral? I asked him if he wanted to followthe instructions. Eagerly he nodded and I said ?fine I am going to make a cupof tea, you my little slut are going to suck this guy off and don?t even thinkabout swallowing the cum, I want to see it still in your mouth when your done.?. I stood up again and meandered around to the back of him, watching intently as he tried nonchalantly to adjust the towel that had let his manhood loose. I briefly caught a glimpse of his huge head and soon realized why I was able to feel it bumping against me. I returned to massaging his shoulders and aligning the Chakra at his chest. Soon I was massaging my way down his back and asked him to sit backwards in the chair. I backed up as he stood, grabbed the chair and flipped it around in one. Her tongue lashed out at her daughter’s clit and flicked it mercilessly. The young girl thrashed around on the bed as her mother tongued her slit. Becca reached up and began pinching her own nipples, making every effort to increase the sexuality of the moment. Her blue eyes watched me as I fucked her mother. She then caught me off guard when she mouthed the words “I want to fuck you” silently as her mom continued to eat her out. This caused me to go over the edge and I unloaded my third load of.