All this time she is jerking off my cock, squeezing it to a point I could feel my harden rod pulsating in her delicate, well-manicured hand.My hands c...ntinue to explore her well sculpted body, inner thighs and then her shaved pussy. With two fingers, I spread her pussy lips open, my middle finger teasing her clit and fingering her... OH MY, WORD... she was dripping wet! As soon AS I put my finger inside her she started to moan, biting my earlobe, telling me to fuck her."Fuck me please" she. Why don't you feelmine?" I don't know. I've never touched a cock before." Sure you have, you're touching yours now. Mine is the same thing, it'sjust a little bigger."I did not know what to do. I wasn't queer. Nevertheless, it didlook like fun."Come on, you know you want to know what it feels like. I know itwould feel good if you just stroked it a bit."I took my hand off my cock and for the first time in my life I feltanother man's cock. It did feel good. It felt alive. It was likefeeling mine.. All the more worked up now, I decided to experiment with another new toy, the end of my bed posters, had steel ball on each end, so in my state of high arousal, and with all the pubs being closed, I greased one up with butter, and eased myself down onto it, using a small clit vibrator, to excite my extremities, while my pussy gripped onto my bed frame. I put on one of my favourite movies in which a girl is spanked by her masked lover. So there I am, in my living room in front of the TV,. Nervousness welled up inside me as it dawned on me that what Brian was referring to would make me a sex-slave, I wasn't sure that I could do what he wanted, but I was determined to try for the sake of our happiness. After a few moments I realised that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, I was surprised that the idea of being a slave could make me so wet yet pleased that it was happening."Are you wearing everything I bought for you?" Brian asked suddenly.A thrill ran through me at the.