He nodded solemnly and began helping to carry the Hawkins family into the study, at least the Mistress and her son and daughter while his wife searche... and found the key."Let's free your friend and the rest of the slaves," Martha smiled at Brittney, removing her mask as did Brittney. Martha rifled through the guard's pockets and found the key to the door he had guarded among a small ring of keys."How was the reconciliation with our former Mistress?' Martha asked Gina when Gina emerged from. I heard the door click shut and felt his hand lock around my wrist, my breath caught as I was pulled back. For a second he held me, my back pressing against his chest, then I was against the door. My breasts pushed flat against the cold wood, his hand around the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. My nipples pebbled with excitement, pressing against the wood almost painfully, it just turned me on more. He moved closer to me, the heat of his body enveloping me, his scent intoxicating. Every time I thought about it I found a new aspect to be angry orembarrassed by. First, why hadn't I been angry at her face-to-face whenshe asked if I had a boyfriend? Was that an acceptable question for anaunt to ask her nephew? Asking that question to a nephew who wasn't gayand who had never come out? Why had I been so passive? Just giving abarely audible "no" to being asked if you have a boyfriend is not how amasculine man would act. And then I remembered that my aunt was the samewoman who. I saw Steve reach around and grab Butch's ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them. One hand slid into the crack of his ass and could see him rubbing Butch's rosebud. Butch tensed up and grabbed the back of Steve's head by getting a handful of hair. He was forcefully guiding Steve onto his rod with a quickening pace. He was really fucking Steve's face hard.I could feel my cock getting hard and I let my towel drop. I began stroking my 7" rod and watching intently what was going on. I'd never.