I choose you to be my sex slave. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said with a quiver. "Yes Master," he said gruffly. "Yes Master," I repeated. "First ...e must see if you know how to follow directions. If not, I will send you home. Do you understand?" "Yes Master. Will I need to sign a contract, master?" I had to ask. "You've been reading too many books, slave. You simply must be submissive and give me pleasure and no harm will come to you. Do you agree? "Yes Master." Now, get off the chair. "Can you see what you have done you dirty little slut, look how much cumyou have dripped all over my leg, it's everywhere!" If I were you Debbie, I'd make him lick it all off, that will teach hima lesson," piped up Tracy, judiciously, and the two men nodded in solemnagreement, thinking of it as a most fitting punishment."OK sissy slut, straddle my leg with your little doggy legs and get towork. Make sure you do a good job or there will be more punishmentscoming your way."Then Tracy said, "Me. I hope so. Whether She would know that for blokes like me, wanking was all I did, I don’t know. I doubt She would know that I’d cum in my underpants just looking at girls. Of course when I was obsessed with a girl as I was with Her, cumming in my pants watching Her was what I longed to do. Every day I’d dream about it, becoming consumed by it, and eventually prepared to take big risks to make it happen. But ensuring that She knew when it happened was not an option – the fall-out from that would. Then I got a few inches away, and let him cum all over my face. It was beyond kinky honestly, I never let anyone else cum on my face. Obviously, he was special. Then I climbed up on top of him once again.“Would you mind if I kissed you?” I inquired.“Well, I kissed you when your face was covered in cum. So, I'd be a hypocrite to say no, now wouldn't I?” Travis asked.Then we kissed again passionately for a minute.“I love you, Travis,” I said.“I love you too mom, you are a hell of a MILF, you.