Her tongue flicked across the tip, tasting him properly; her lips now pressed lightly around the end of his throbbing cock and slowly, oh so slowly sh... sank onto him. Her tongue flicked over his sensitive tip as she took him into her gaping mouth.The hand on the back of her head relaxed a little and she pulled away, allowing his cock to swing free from her mouth; she licked his salty precum from her lips. Her hand reached out and she wrapped her fingers around him and then bobbed her head. This continued for a couple months until he got the nerve to ask for a Penthouse. Again, no questions or concerns, only more graphic pictures for him to use when he masturbated. In the very recent months, he now had been asking for High Society magazine. Although these were slightly more expensive than the others, there were always one or two more female layouts within the magazine. Of course, the photos of these women in most cases left nothing to the imagination.As he stood over the toilet. This was a new development to say the least.She said she was somewhat disappointed though that Anne-Marie had nomales in her stable and that she would probably never actually whip aslave herself, much less brand one, but she was very interested in theconcept of owning a slave and keeping one in bondage. I shiftednervously in my seat and she scooted closer, making me a bit moreuncomfortable, not only from the raging hard-on I had, but from my bodyblushing all over. How could she know? The drinks. "From what?!" She exclaimed, flailing her arms around."I don't know," I sighed. "Joel called me a faggot and Jordan--" Wait," said my mom. "Joel?!" I nodded. "Lemme call his parents right now." She got out her phone, but I stood up and stopped her."Mom, no!" I cried. "Stop. Please." She stared at me, then at her cell phone. "Please." She sighed, sitting next to me once I sat down.Sighing, she says, "Malik?" I looked at her, innocence in my eyes. "Do you really wanna do this?" Yes," I cried,.