To some, these signs were just decorative. Others suspected they were all that kept the walls upright.Even the bar’s most loyal patrons would admit ...t possessed little charm during the day. A few might argue that things improved after dark when the lighted signs, the constant flow of cars and trucks, the sounds of country music coming through the building’s thin walls combined with an occasional brawl to give the place a distinctive atmosphere.The Rooster’s rundown exterior gave potential. Reluctantly, she eventually slipped out of bed, naked, and wandered into her bathroom to use the toilet. Her reflection in the mirror confirmed the late night they had enjoyed but her youth would enable her to spring back into shape within a few minutes of having a wash and brushing her hair. She leaned over the bath and turned on the taps. The scalding water gushed into the huge tub, steam filling the air and even the noise providing a comforting early- morning massage as she wandered back. “Do you know how lucky you are to have had that taste?”“Yes, Cock-Master, Sir.”“Are you ready to work toward earning more of it?”“Yes, Cock-Master, Sir.”“Good, now get your ass over to your computer. We have an e-mail to send. Your Master needs to find out what a bad little boy slave you’ve been.”i walked over to the computer, an awkward journey because of the mask and the stinging of His piss in my eyes. i stood at the chair, awaiting His permission to sit. He had wandered away, to an old. Then I decided that I didnt just want to rock his world when I fucked him, I wanted to rock his cock too. I placed his dick between his legs and lowered myself onto it. As I rocked back and forth I started to moan. Before long I began bucking my hips and came. OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHH YEAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! I orgasmed over and over again up until Mr. Monroe finally got off himself. I sat on his face and commanded him to eat my pussy. I came twice more, took off the.