" As I finished, I groped my package momentarily, to emphasise my point. Joe responded immediately by calling my theory "rubbish" and told me to prove...it. My method would be for us each to jog on the spot for ten seconds, whilst the other watched the crotch area to see how much movement took place. Although, he was uneasy at first, Joe agreed, and I went first.I stood a metre away from him, and began jogging, feeling my dick, rubbing against the fabric of my tight briefs. As I looked at my. I stared at her pussy for a minute, then let my eyes wander up to her magnificent tits.I asked her for a Hustler magazine from behind the counter. She smiled and kind of chuckled, “We don’t sell those kind of magazines here.” I looked at the wall behind her and asked, “Are you sure? Would you check anyway?” She turned, saying, “Okay, but I know we don‘t have any.”She bent over, showing me the nicest, round ass I’ve seen in a long time, with her tight jeans riding the crack of her ass,. ?And?you were told to cum inthe melon, you worthless cum slave!? ?I was Mistress?? ?Yes you were, you dick head!(Check few paragraphs above!)?? She pulled her strap-on outof my asshole.? I collapsed, held only bythe chain from the frame.? The bald slaveappeared and released the chain at a nod from Mistress Nikita.? It piled loudly around me as I collapsed infront of the dais.? Still, I had thestrength to raise my head and clean up the strap-on Mistress Nikita offeredme.? I don?t know if it. She wore a long-sleeve white silk blouse, the buttons hidden behind a placard front. One by one, I undid them, spending just a moment too long on the two that were between her breasts. I ran my hands through her short brown hair, down the sides of her neck and then slid the blouse off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, the white accenting the bl00d-red Louboutin’s she was wearing.Her breasts, pushed up by a lacey black bra, drew my eye. I lusted for her. My cock grew thicker, longer, a.