The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making my hand slide ev...n easier up and down. He moans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him; pushing his cock further into my mouth. I feel his head growing bigger, almost pulsating as I milk him slowly, precum still oozing out and onto my tounge. It is almost too much, and I feel the urge to touch myself becoming overwhelming. My hand. Almost always I would begin sucking her off. This is something we both really like, she would most always have a very moist pussy and be more than ready by this time.This was the position she was in, when two guys walked by on the path pushing their bikes not more than 75' to 100'feet from where I had tied her they had stopped, and were talking had they looked very hard between the openings in the bushes they would easily have seen her. She could easily hear them as they continued to talk, and. "Yes, Master. Right away!" pet said, smiling and padded off to fix my drink. I went upstairs and waited for her to come up with my drink. She came in shortly and set my drink on the nightstand, and then knelt on the floor before me. "So tell me, pet...what would you have me do to you tonight?" I asked her. "How can I put a smile back on that pretty face of yours?" "Anything you wish, Master. I am just happy to be with you," she said. "And I, with you too, pet," I said. "But is there. Which had given me the nickname of "The Old Man," something the other kids in class thought was funny as I was in fact the oldest, and most of the time had to use a cane to get about with.There were days however when even that was too painful still. So I stayed home, doing the best I could to keep up with my studies, but falling behind once again as my grades soon began to show the steady decline, and again threatening that I fall yet another year behind without graduating.My parents both.