And of course, it is NOT TRUE.“I am NOT GAY,” I said for at least the tenth time as I felt Jim slide his hand up the crack of my ass with a handfu... of Vaseline. “You may not be now, but in a moment you will be and proud of it,” Jim said as I heard him unbuckle his western style belt and drop his pants. I felt him rub the tip of his cock up the crack of my ass and tugged at the ropes that had me tied to the gate.The cool fall air made me shiver and I felt my balls suck up tight against my body.. I had been dropping hints for the last couple of years but she had ignored all of them, usually changing the subject. Even when I finished school she ignored me, yet I knew I was decent looking, enough boys had tried hitting on me to make that clear. Long legs, slim figure and (at last) decent sized boobs. I also knew that she was at least bi, because I had overheard her in her bedroom with Aunty Jane one night. Her bedroom was next to mine so I could hear some of what was going on, and it was. Now, with the new slavery laws enacted, she was a slave. She looked at her clock. Technically, she had been a slave for over 8 hours now, since her birthday was effective at midnight. According to the law, she was the property of the oldest male member of her immediate family. She would remain his until she either married, was sold or turned 22. If she remained unwed or unsold by her 22nd birthday, she reverted back to a full citizen. In the meantime, she was an object, with no. As I swirled my tongue around the tip, I slowly moved my lips around it until I moved his cock deeper into my mouth.Mike was now really relaxed, kicked back, legs spread wide open, as I then moved to lay down, between his legs as I continued to keep sucking his cock. I was now holding my hands by his hips as I kept slurping, up and down, as his wet, hard cock, was moving in and out. The slurping sounds must have been loud as I started pumping my head faster and faster, as Mike groaned more and.