He stood with his hands on his hips for a few minutes, enjoying my warm, wet mouth gliding along the entire length of his now fully erect penis, as I ...sed one hand to stroke his shaft, and the other one to fondle his ball sack.After a few minutes with his hands on his hips, Mr. Parsons reached over and pulled my tee shirt off over my head, tossing it onto the sofa cushion next to me, then slapped and squeezed both of my tits as I continued sucking his thick rod.It didn’t take long before his. Of course, my sexual slavery is broadcast live on my own web site, whichavailable to anybody who wants to log on. And naturally, some of my co-workers happen upon the site and I soon find myself at their mercywhenever I am at work. Eventually, they are abusing me so much that I amforced to quit my job and live as a full time as a website sex slave.So goes the tenor of my libidinous, and still surprising dreams.I fantasize about this for what seems like hours before I realize that Iam being. The Queen had tried to stand up for the people, but sadly the King had left her with child, and hope, sadly the Queen had died bearing that child, children actually, a set of twin boys, the children had survived, though to say they flourished would be too much. They were well cared for by their nurse and often publicly dotted on by Regent Moran, but otherwise, left to their own devices outside of lessons.Now that she was a grown woman, she had come of age a few months previously. She had begun. She swirled her tongue around the tip and base of my dick as it slid in and out of her experienced mouth. She pushed her lips together as hard a she could against my cock, covering it with a layer of wet saliva. Ashley then pushed her head against my body as far as she could and I could feel my dick rub against the back of Ashley’s throat. I could hear Ashley gagging for air but I knew she liked my cock deep in her throat. She released my cock and continued rubbing it when she said, ‘that cock.