Limits - no more. Stop words – agreed not applicable. Plus, the special clause. ?Get back into the pose, now.? I instructed, curtly. I had offered t...e kid sixty minutes to evaluate the contract. He had signed in two. I did not share his impatience, and he would wait for me, and for my permission to empty his rectum, churning with ice-cold meltwater, his belly cramped. He would wait for fifty-eight minutes, legs wide when, really, he would have wished to keep them tightly shut to ease his. Well, have you considered his proposal? My lordstill awaits your decision with anxious trepidation." So it's that again?" Zaphrael said, stroking his short, violet-whitebeard. "For many days, agents of your lord have been coming to mefurtively with snippets of information and many tempting promises. Andjust whom do I have the honor of addressing this time?" Mighty Zaphrael, I am the angel Turok. I am many levels of magnitudebeneath you. You doubtless have neither encountered nor heard tell of. AHHHHH! It was in there. Holy Moly that thing felt like a baseball bat in my butt. But good! Ron continued to slide his big mac in and out of my adoring mouth stopping often to slap my cheek or pummel my lips with his dick slab. It was so good. I did not know where to focus. My pussy boy mouth being drenched in luscious precum ( I savored every drop of that slippery juice) or my boy cunt that Becca was pounding with enthusiasm as I tried to yell "fuck me" around Rons gigantic prick. Either way. With my skirt pooled at my feet, your eyes drank in my beauty, longingly, lustily. I danced over to you, and straddled your lap while continuing to move my hips to the music, grinding against your hardness. You caught your breath. I smiled, feeling the total control that I had over you tonight; control that I intended to use well. I undid my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders before slowly revealing each silky, smooth orb with its pert, light brown nipple. I cupped my breasts.