I was free!And yet . . . and yet . . . I was still horny-so horny. No, oh God no - please don't. Don't make me do it. Oh God, you bastard, you're goin... to make me do it to myself, aren't you? I realized that people were listening, and I burned with humiliation. I prayed for the strength to resist, but my body was already betraying me. I pushed down, grunting as I impaled myself on the cock in my ass.Up and down it led me. Faster and faster. I was doing it. I was fucking myself. Fucking myself. We talked for about an hour about cocks and loved the stories Sue was telling us about her dad. Finally, she asked if we wanted to see it. We all looked at each other grinning and agreed, kind of sheepishly, that we wanted to, but would we get in trouble. Our friend said she would ask her dad, and she left the room, she was gone maybe five minutes but it seemed like it was a lot longer; the anticipation and excitement were building.She came back with a great big grin and said he would do it,. )In the second part of the movie as the lights were turned off we started kissing each other and I went directly to her shorts button and zip and opened them. She bents over the hand rest and open my jeans button and zip and takes out my 7 inches long and 2.5-inch wide monster and starts stroking it slowly and looks naughtily towards me and bends again and kisses the tip and starts sucking slowly. I lean back and enjoy the blowjob. She sucks and strokes my dick simultaneously and with another. He was strong and independent, could think forhimself something that always makes for better slaves. Why bothercapturing the easy ones, the ones you don't respect? For me a slave hasto be strong and smart, submissive yes, but not limp. My bitch wasperfect, just as I had known from our many hours of chatting. This time I only let him hang for about forty-five minutes beforereturning, this time with my belt already in my hand. The sight of himon the floor, his head just a black rubber ball with.