The fact that I had allowed the beautiful but devious Sam to exert a sort of power over me that made me submissive for the first time in my life shoul... have sent a warning signal to my brain but I suspect that organ was located in a region south of my belt buckle and was not receptive to either common sense or logic.Of course, I still doted on my Princess and constantly reminded her of my devotion to her need for manly solace by stroking her fires of passion. She never failed to respond to my. Which i wish i took advantage of when I was living with both of them when we all lived under one roof. Anyhow...those few incidents...i can were the begining of my panty fetish...which later on just had collections of panties from my friends girlfriends...i can say everyone of my friends gf i have tasted their pussy through their panties. actually lived with a friend who happens to live with his gf and along with his mom. loved those days...anytime i have the house to myself i would have wett. I still had a string of drool hangingfrom my chin, and I felt weak in the knees. He grabbed me roughly by the hairand pulled my head back then said, "I think you should slide down onto yourknees on the floor and lick my balls until you've cleaned up your mess. You'denjoy doing that wouldn't you slut?"I gave him an enthusiastic, "Yes Sir" while shaking my head up and down.I stood and then knelt before him and began licking his balls of the stickyfluid that had run down his shaft as I lifted off. ."I'm A CockHero!" in bold letters across the chest... with a gooey fist held high. You're going to see me wearing my new shirt around town with pride. I'll walk up to all the groups of pretty ladies I see... put my hands on my hips... puff my chest out and say... "How ya' like me now?... Bitches!"Now back to the lecture at hand.... 7-7 double time... I'm hurtin'... pleasure in pain... I need a break.... the girlies on screen are screaming... the boys on screen are screaming.... my cock is.