I was just eternally naughty and needed constant discipline, and he was the perfect man to keep me under strict control at all times.“Sissies like y...u need a constant source of cum. Don’t they? Otherwise they just hump whatever they can until their clit make messes in their cages and panties.”“Such a faggot. Can’t even sleep unless she has her cunt pounder and filled with cum before she sleeps. Worse than a baby needing a bottle.”Everything he said was true.Which was why I hid my face in the. " I know who all of you are. Randy will beat you senseless when he hears what you're doing to me." Randy Allen won't do shit. Anyway, you won't tell him. You're going to like what we've got planned for you. Keep moving, Mr. Blue. We don't have all night." Hold that fucking light, Mr. White. I can't see the steps." Who's Mr. White? I know the rest of you. Malcolm Cotter is Mr. Blue, Denny Musgrove is Mr. Orange, and Peter Slocum is Mr. Pink. Who's the other Reservoir Dog?" That's enough, gag. “The entire seventeenth floor of this building will be yours. A balcony stretches the whole west side of the building, the master bedroom opens to the balcony. There is a wonderful view of the mountains.” I told him, his face brightened, his eyes crinkled, a smile spread across his face.“There’s the ticket, just the place to entertain my female friends at sunset!” he said, I smiled a knowing smile at him. I hoped I wasn’t putting the wax on to thick. One never knows with the mega rich just what. ...I always wondered why some of the girls in the village got whistled at when they walked through: even if they weren't all that attractive. I used to think that it was because of the way they walked because they were already no longer virgin. But I discovered that some of the local boys hide in the bougainvillia bushes and watch as couples get undressed and have sex. I think I must have been nearly ready to cum when I heard something, but I was too distracted by having my boyfriend inside me.