Let me start again, from the beginning. My name, yes, my name. My name is David Martin. Not an uncommon name, probably a bunch of David Martins in the...telephone book. I'm 28 years old now, my sandy hair starting to turn a little gray on the sides. I think it's a little early for me to start getting gray, but it does run in my family. I guess I'm rather ordinary,, nothing special. Height around 5' 10" I guess, weight around 150, kind of skinny, maybe wiry is a better word.I'm a Certified Public. Traci was slow to speak, so Carol quietly demanded, "Answer me!"Traci's eyes focused on my cock. "Yes, Mistress," she admitted."I see," Carol said in a pleased tone. "Stay right there so we can finish with this breast and move on to the other," she commanded, adding, "I'll be right back."Her smile faded as she turned to me."Here is another rhetorical question, but you better think hard about the answer," she said. "What is it going to take before you learn not to speak unless spoken to?" She. "Ha-ha. Y-you nearly had it then girls," I spluttered between gasps."I- I don't think that's funny," panted Cye as she slumped across the Landrover bonnet, "we- we could have been raped or something."This reduced us to howls of laughter. Even the other centaurs saw the funny side and fell to tittering amongst themselves."Yeah," chuckled Jenny. "Just imagine little centaurs with stripy pyjamas." No need to be perverse about it Jenny," scolded Cye."Well next time don't go amongst a Zebra herd. I collared her there compliant and submissive, now mine I told her to get under the table on her hands and knees, I undressed and sat at the table to eat my desert and instructed her to suck my cock on the command and to stop on command. “Suck “ I told her and she took my cock slowly into her mouth holding my cock as it hardened in her mouth. “Hands off now, fuck my cock with your mouth, hold onto the table legs as you suck me”. Her hands moved to grasp the table legs and her head bibbed back.