I wondered how these two alabaster dolls were going to fare in the bright sunlight.“Do they store sunscreen in there for the likes of you two?”“... don’t know. But I’ll be okay. How about you, Jess?”“I think I’ll be okay. If I start feeling anything I’ll get underneath one of those umbrellas. But we didn’t come here to hide, did we?”Standing between them, I sensed Ginger doing another one of her hands-behind-her-head stretches. The periphery of her ice cream cone breasts tortured my. I talked up the tantric massage more and more each time only giving bits and pieces to allow him to accept things gradually. After a massage one night, in our conversation we had afterwards, he said he had read up about tantric massage but felt weird about it. I asked him to give me more details. He said no other male had touched him and he was 150% straight. I explained further that this type of massage was shared between men to bring them closer together and to use the sexual energy to. My caretakers were also male servants. Although my father had more than one wife, I have a few stepsisters, but I was always kept away from my step sisters and my stepmothers. There was probably some fear or prejudice in my mother's mind towards my stepmothers and step sisters..Even I did not have any girl friends till that time and my school was also only for boys, in which there was no female teacher. I was never allowed to meet girls. I was brought up in a very strict environment.After. Bending over with my ass in the air next to him, I feel so dirty, but I'm enjoying every minute. I've always liked giving him head, pleasing him, feeling submissive. His cock glides into my mouth and I begin to suck, hearing him moan slightly. He bobs my head up and down aggressively, feeding me the full extent of his cock, I begin to gag. "Sluts like you can live off cum...Keep sucking."I willingly obey, loving every second of it, even glancing into the mirror to watch myself obediently giving.