I reached up and gave him a hug. He picked me up and sat me on his lap, I leaned back and said I love you mr. Johnson. He kissed my cheek and said I l...ve you too. He stroked my dick slowly and squeezed my balls for a while. He would pinch my nipples till they were stiff and sore. After half an hour I felt my balls building up cum.I didn't want him to stop,but at the same time I wanted the feeling I got as I came. I started breathing quicker, he asked if I was ready. Yes I said, he wrapped my. I gazed and admired his chest, shoulders, arms and legs. I placed the palms of both hands on him and felt around at will, running my hands all over his front. Eagerly I fondled his cock and balls, even though they were not tattooed. Then I turned him around and duplicated my actions on his backside. My hands explored and rubbed and stroked his colourful markings. Turning him around to face me, I noticed with glee that he was erect. I think he likes this, I thought to myself. I latched onto his. . or sweetie. After one of the many times Brenda sucked my cock and swallowed my seed, she asked my why I don’t call her names. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the words ... slut... sissy... whore... cumslut ... etc... from my mouth. When I pressed her she said she would sometimes fantasize about me calling her names when she pleasured herself while having a dildo in her tight hole. I was of course going to call her all of those things, but she wasn’t quite ready to hear it ... yet.. His eyes bore into hers as she stammered, "Yes, Master." Robin walked on trembling legs to the table picking up her purse. "Wow, damn that was intense!" she thought to herself. Joe heard her shoes make clicking noises on the marble floor as she walked. Joe held her arm as they walked out to the car. He opened the passenger door for Robin, and she made no attempt to hide her panties as she sat down in the seat. Joe walked around the car and got in. Robin watched as Joe walked around the car.