“Well, seems like you can’t obey even simple instructions…”He started, as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my ankles together with...my underwear.“... so I’ll have to take some measures to keep you in place.”Leaving me there, my upper body still clothed but my butt and thighs fully naked and exposed in their upraised position, he briefly left to inspect the wide selection of bondage tools we had at our disposal.He returned with a pair of adjustable leather handcuffs, which he promptly. I want to watch you cum... with my fuckin' cock... fuckin' your fuckin' hot... fuckin' arsehole - before i... fuckin' fill you full of... fuckin' spunk!" Oh man... give it to me!" Jimmy begged."Oh, I'm goin' to... screw your sweet arse off." Dan promised, churning his cock in the vice-like grip of Jimmy's buttocks."Do it... screw it... fuckin' fuck it!" Tighten up that fuck hole... oh yeah... grind my meat... 'tween your cheeks... squeeze it... fuck yeah! You like that... ?" I... fuckin'.... Troy’s body and started washing his semi-hard cock. He said “I’m really sorry about all of this but your mom really turns me on”. Not knowing what to say to that, I absently commented “yeah, I know what you mean” and he jumped on that by asking “do you ever think about her in that way”. Before I could respond, he said “most young guys fantasize about their own moms and that’s normal”. Trying to turn the tables, I asked “did you ever fantasize about your mom” and he said “all of the time and. "You know..." she said."Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one time why I had become such a slut."No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance.