His hair is longer now and all wavy. I think he had pierced ears. I know he had jewelry: rings and a bracelet on his hands. He reeked of cheap perfume... like some washed-up cocktail waitress. I'm not sure if his fingernails were painted then or not. By the time I'd helped him off the floor and into a booth, they were long, narrow and deep red."'Tell me who I am?' he says again. He's pleading with me, scared like... like a frightened fucking schoolgirl. "I draw a deep breath to steady myself.. It works but I am still learning this technique so I become short of breath and have to slide it out. I take several deep breathes and then My Master says "Get the cockrings"! I go to the cabinet and bring back two cockrings which I gently put over his cock and balls bringing his balls to a nice tight smooth bunch. I slip my cockring on and then he says "Lick my balls". I kneel down again and start tonguing his balls gently. He brings the poppers down again and we each sniff - again he tells me. Candi and I walked and the boys walked a few respectful steps behind us. I could feel there eyes on our asses the entire walk. I do not think there were looking at anyone else.When Candi and I picked a spot we immediately undressed. This time we did not even look at the boys. Once we were naked, we applied suntan lotion to our own front and legs, spending too much time on our chests and between our legs. Out of the corner of our eyes, we could see the boys' cocks start to swell. When we were. Unfortunately I was a mere project foreman working for time share properties being built in Mexico. We lived ok, but weren’t living the high life. Somehow, she managed to sweet talk the electricians at the job sites to give her all of the wire scraps and then she sought out a metal smith near where we lived in Mexico. He agreed to take a percent of the copper for himself in exchange for combining the remaining copper and with the other metal scraps she brought him. Trading one bronze sheet in.