A mischievoushand patted Dirk's bottom. The drinks arrived and Terri grinned. Theyincluded a thick layer of some creamy topping. The husbands accep...edthem and, at the bartender's insistence, tipped up the glasses to takelong swallows. When they set their drinks on the bar, they were leftwith cream all over their upper lips."Looks like somebody got lucky," someone said."Must have been a couple of heavy loads they took."Phones came out and images were captured. The husbands looked at. Since all her roommates knew of our fetish, when the party was over they wanted me to clean up since I was "bitch boy". Mistress B gave me a pair of her stockings to wear and I crawled around their kitchen cleaning up as they watched me and made fun of me. After that was done, we finally went up stairs and I thought it was time for this device to come off...well I was wrong again. Mistress B instead wanted to tease me by having me eat her asshole. I ate her ass like it was my job, then she. She definitely wasn't a bimbo.She explained that nothing gave her more pleasure than creating insomeone the desire to be a bimbo, and then giving them everyopportunity, opportunities that they would naturally take, to becomea bimbo. She even went to the trouble of finding a mistress or masterfor them to serve. By the time their dominant was in their life, shesaid that they were unstoppably, inevitably, going to be a bimboslave for the rest of their life.The way she described the process was a. 5 height, 90+ kg weight hairy chest guy with brown skin looked like perfect South Indian manly stud. From the very first glance, I was so attracted towards him and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I went and sat on the sofa next to him and I picked up beer and just looking at my phone, he was alone and busy talking to someone over the phone and I could see that he was not happy and using harsh words while he was talking. I was kind of scared at the same time I was trying to look at his hair.