Her eyes met mine and told me the story instantly, she didn't do it.She mouthed a silent, “Help me.”I heard the heavy feet of the slob as I got cl...ser. A quick glace in the bar mirror and I took in two other goons watching fat fuck's back.I made a quick decision, grabbed the collar of her bomber jacket and pulled her towards the back fire exit. She fought me, stumbling and flailing as I dragged her. A clawed attempt to my face brought a growl and I said, “I'm trying to help you, god damn it.”. Sometimes a master needs a gentle hug or a soft whisper. A seductive dance is always a joy to watch. "I am going to let you meet her." This is unusual. I often never meet my partner until I go on stage. Ursa locks a leash on to my iron slave collar and leads me to her. I am stunned by who I see. It is the brunette I have seen when I have been auctioned off and publicly whipped. The last time I saw her, she was wearing a miniskirt and a tight blouse with no bra. I wanted that girl more than. Before starting to put it on, Bobpushed the strap up against his face and took a large whiff! Then, lickinghis lips slightly, he looked at Chuck and said, "Hey man! I've alwaysheard of guys that smell other men's jock straps, and I decided this was asgood of a time as any to try it! Here, want a sniff! Smells damn good!Smell it!" Bob handed it to Chuck, and Chuck did smell it! "Hey, right! Doeskinda smell on the good side don't it! Sammy, you've got a good smellthere man! Gotta assume. “Can't we?” I asked. He knew it was risky, but I don't think he cared too much. So he undid his pants just a little so I could get my left hand into his boxers. I grabbed onto his dick and stroked it a bit. He did his best to muffle his moans, but that wasn't easy though. “Holy shit I love you sis,” Jeff whispered. “I love you too bro,” I whispered back. With the popcorn bucket on top of him we were pretty secure and with not too many people in there already, I thought we'd be OK. The people.