“I guess the molly’s hitting, huh, Jase?” Matthew asks as he chuckles and places his hands on my sides, starting to move with me again, our fron...s pressed together. “Definitely, she’s a fun one,” Jason replies as he steps forward, pressing against me from behind, his hands a little higher up on my sides. I was in a frat brother sandwich and my alcohol-and-molly-induced mind was in hot boy heaven. I can feel my bikini bottom slowly getting more and more wet as I begin to move my body against. .her fingers sliding inside me….her husband kissing and sucking my nipples…..moving up to kiss my face, my lips, i started to forget where i was…Amy moved round so her pussy was above my face while she continued to lick mine…starting to finger me harder and harder…her husband started to stroke his cock…i looked up at her tight wet pussy, moving my fingers over it in fascination…i slide my finger inside her….pushing into her tight hole…she moved again, her pussy coming down closer to my face, i. Slowly she started taking in more of it and more it was coming but slowly . i knew i was gonna cum soon but kept quiet . suddenly i spilled loads and she drank it all every drop of it.It was the most pleasurable moment ever in my life.Slowly I began to finger her cunt and lick her boobs. She was eager to get laid but I made it slow to make her hornier. As I licked around her boobs I could see that her nipples were becoming erect and began to bite them slowly. Still continued my fingering. A man is someone you would have in your bed, would have make love to you, even if you do like the look of him in chains. A slave is not a man, although you may choose to permit him to be masculine. You must decide which your boyfriend is.??You don’t have sex with this slave?? Miss Claire asked, indicating me with her foot. ?He’s nice looking?? ?God no, absolutely not!? my Owner replied. ?It is unthinkable I would sleep with a slave. If I needed that sort of satisfaction, there are plenty.