Our sessions are a bit different than most. More talking and laughing than play. My Slut Boi talks excessively more than any other slave I have EVER h...d. Sometimes I just shut him up by gagging and mounting him even though I mostly enjoy his subject matter. His intense “stories” never bore me. My Slut Boi has a diverse and interesting background; he has experienced success in various aspects of his life and is very generous within his D/s relationship. My Slut Boi has accused me of being a bit. I bit my bottom lip, silently begging him with desperate eyes to touch me. To let me touch him. Let me taste him. My body was on fire with want of his touch. He was a magnificent piece of living art. Beautifully sculpted and alive with color. Eyes from one of the many portraits permanently painted on his chest continued to longingly watch my every move. My hands refused to stay still. They wanted to feel the muscles that danced just beneath Robs skin. To caress the definition of his stomach.. In lust he drew his head right between my legs while pulling my underwear down, he kissed my thighs while throwing my wet undies some where behind him, he eventually brought hip lips to kiss ever so lightly on my clit, i shuddered at the feeling, I thrust my hips forward and he pushed my legs further apart holding a grip against them making sure I couldnt thrust again, he locked. Y mound and stuck his to the deep inside my wet pussy, I moaned in delight as he flicked his tongue all around. My dad tensed up as the dog rammed hisdick, which was dripping cum, into my dad’s ass. Hemoaned and began to move back when the dog trusted in,so the dog could push his dick as far in as possible. I looked at Jason as he watched my dad suck mybrother’s dick. I walked over and pushed him on the bedand sat in front of him on the floor. I gripped hisdick in my hand and began to swirl my tongue around onthe tip. “Suck on it… please!” Jason begged as he moaned andpushed.