With eyes closed he feels the soft velvet tongue follow the rough ridge that runs up from his papps to his ball sack.Lucians tongue flicks in and out...from in between pearl white teeth as Bjorn’s balls jig in their scrotal sack and become firm.? Good. Don’t delay. Go down on him!? The order comes with urgency. But the voyeurs direction has faded to the background.Both slave boys are now locked in rampant love making of their own device.Bjorn feels his wagging prick become captive to the warm. Jessie giggled as I stood there nervously and trembled.Mike ordered me to assume the inspection position and I turned around to face my ass toward him and Jessie and held my cheeks open. “Where is your butt plug?” he asked.“Maybe it fell into her fart chasm and needs to be fished out,” My nephew teased me. He loved fart humor. I tried not to make a sour face when he suggested my asshole was a fart chasm, but I couldn’t prevent myself from scowling.“Did your butt plug fall into your fart chasm,. As I opened the door, there he stood, towering over me, his eyes traveling hungrily over my body, his full sensuous lips taking a deep drag on a homemade cigarette. He offered it to me and I took a long hit, savoring the feeling as it swept into my bloodstream, making me instantly giddy. “Oh, fuck! This is some good shit!” I said, smiling. “Take another hit, girl. Dis one’s on da house. But if you want more, you gotta show da Sugarman a little sometin’. With that, his lips met mine. More like. She didn’t mind; it was a subtler form of bondage.By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. “It’s green!” a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.“See?” he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she knew, was sure that one response was worth the time, the effort, the green-spotted towels. And that poor.