Then he asked me one more time… “Do you really want to suck this black cock, and swallow Bruce?”I was in a trance now and would do anything to s...ck him, but my knees were starting to tire on the hard tile floor in his shower. He knew he owned me by now and knew exactly what I wanted.OK, we’ll be here just a few minutes more,” he told me. “Kiss it Bruce. Don’t suck it yet, just kiss the head. And when you’re finished, open your mouth wide for it Bruce.”Finally! My mouth moved up to his beautiful. He explained every little statuette with details of where it came from and how he’d obtained it. The fountains were built from parts of old ones. I moved closer to him until my hip rubbed his thigh. He spoke of the water falls, the plants, and the fish but I heard very little. I watched his lips. I had to concentrate to keep from reaching up and touching them. I wondered how they would feel, how they would taste. The sprinkling of the fountains was hypnotic. The tinkling seemed to be chanting. He began this new passion by leaving her lips and sliding his hands down to her sides, sucking and lightly biting down on her neck rotating his tongue along her skin as he did this. Abi grasped his cock firmly, and pulled the entire length out of the jeans.The two girls moved position so they were watching they’re boss play with the new Batman, and each of them cooed at the sight of his cock. Lola desperately wanted to taste it, but knew she would have no chance now that Abi has claimed her. I had miscalculated. As usual. The whip was far too long to pick up any speed. It was far too long to do any damage. He made no effort to get out of its way. He just stood there, his head no more than ten feet above mine, his greenish saliva dripping into my face and eyes, and let the light rope coil around his neck — once, twice, and then a third time.The Morling caught me in his gaze and raised his light whip above his head to deliver my death blow. He sneered at me. I smiled at him. Then I.