Veins jutted out of this strong dick which resembled at black police baton. Simran turned towards the right where Rahim was kneeling, resting on her r...ght elbow. She brought her left arm to his dick and grabbed it. She let her hand roam around the dick from the head to the base. She delicately massaged his massive ball sack and wondered how much cum did this massive sack hold.She tightly held the dick in her palm and started jacking it. Rahim moaned loudly, sensations of pleasure went through. “Sub Slut. Waiting, any thing, any time.”A mans voice, “You go bareback?””Yes sir!””Now?”Yes please sir!””I’ll be 20 minutes. Be ready slut!”19 1/2 minutes later Iwas naked, kneeling just inside the just open front door of my apartment. I was drooling from both my aching cock and my outreaching tongue.The door nudged open to reveal a man in his 60’s, dressed in tracking pants and a polo shirt, joggers on his feet, balding, lowering his trousers to expose an surpringly big cock. My surprise must. I expect the Master will want you now. He has that right, even though you are not a virgin."Dutifully, Selima rose and went with him, and Maryam, watching the closed circuit television, felt a twinge of jealousy. She would dearly have loved to go to his bed again, and for two reasons. She wanted to consolidate her position as number three, and she had enjoyed the young Emir's sexual attentions in a way she had not thought possible before. All her previous bedroom encounters had been chores;. Now the time had come for their second role at his small farm, that one of them to be his fuckthing. With the hoods and gag in place the two girls had always been unable to communicate with each other. Even so the Master had still managed to set up a competitive situation between the two slavegirls. Sometimes he would let them roam free in the hall outside their boxes, providing him with one unusual pair or exotic dancers, while he would sit in one old sofa, snapping his long whip to enforce.