She was no long able to even pretend the casual manner she had assumed earlier in the evening."So tell me," asked James, "how did it feel to put that ...ollar on your hubby for the first time?"Even that stirred something deep inside her."It was sort of hard at first," she said. "I knew he was hoping that it wouldn't happen at our first party. He hoped it was just to take a look around and talk about it later." No way that was going to happen," interjected James."I realized that as soon as we sat. I let it slide all the way down my throat. I let out a soft moan onto your dick, and give your balls a squeeze. I lightly and softly drag my teeth along your length, pulling off you. I then take my right hand and start to stroke your shaft, still massaging your balls. My tongue finds the head again, swirls around it, over it, and down a little bit of your shaft. I feel your dick start to throb, and I stop, but you scream for me to keep going. ‘DON’T STOP, MMMM… PLEASE JEN DON’T STOP! MAKE ME. Priscilla has been altered to accommodate them.Drugs mask her pain but do nothing for her grief. She knows that as a slave her body belongs to her owner to do with as he or she pleases. Her life was forfeit, she knew, at the whim of any owner, but never in her wildest imagination had she envisioned this. What use would she be now? A single tear leaked from the corner of one eye and made its way down her cheek eventually landing on her pillow before drugs took her consciousness away providing a. You are the goddess of sacrifice. One hour back I was at ground zero without any clue or an idea of how to make it. You have drafted a wonderful plan and I like it. I really appreciate it.”“My all questions to you is to ensure that you are fine. I do not want to hurt my sacrificing SIL in this process. Hence I am politely bringing all the points. Other than that, you are my savior. Please don’t feel guilty.”Me: “Thanks Kishore, I would not have proposed it, if I am not comfortable. So please.