I really was a cocksucker.I eased his balls out of his pants. I now had before me, inches from my face, my cocksucking face, a beautiful cock and belo... it balls that I was to kiss. I gently kissed his hanging balls and then started to take his cock in my mouth but he stopped me. "Don't just peck at my balls bitch, get in there and kiss them, press your face against them, show me what a faggot you are." He said looking down at me.I did. I pressed my face against his balls, feeling the heat of. Mary Kate tried to fill the void but it wasn't the same. I didn't get into a lot of trouble because my dad wouldn't put up with it.But I developed an aversion to taking seemingly non-sensical orders or being told what to do without explanation. The only ones I listened to without question were my family or some people at school that I respected. I followed the rules that I had to but would become very stubborn when people tried to tell me what to do without some reasonable explanation. Well,. They left my mouth alone and just fucked my pussy over and over, one after the other. Through the sexual haze that wrapped me in this overpowering spell of lust I figured out that there were three of them. I noticed that every third fuck was the larger, more satisfying cock that I recognized even in the dark as belonging to my new master.Time flew by and finally they had enough. I was left untouched for a few moments. Then the headphones and the blindfold were removed. I looked around and saw. She spent the next hour making notes for the morning meeting with the attorney. She also decided to wear her new purchases the next night. She tried to go to sleep but she found all she could think about was Ty and his smoldering eyes, sleep finally came in the midst of her fantasy in which the man now had a face: Ty’s. Ty went back to his room and lay down after stripping to his underwear and thought about Jo. He hadn’t made love in years and actually hadn’t had the desire until tonight. He.