As it grew, I started jerking it faster, the tip just inside my mouth, feeling that foreskin sliding over my tongue and to my lips, back over the head...to allow me to lap at it and then cover it again.Nibbling away and softly sucking on his foreskin as it moved ever so slightly back and forth with my lips on it, my tongue darting out and teasing it and the very tip of his head, tasting his precum, he looked down and saw my shorts starting to bulge and my cock twitching inside them as I was. I had reservations at the Peppermill Hotel/Casino on Virginia Street, just down the street a ways from Reno’s famous sign stretching across the street, “The Biggest Little City in the World.”It was early evening when we checked in, so we walked down to the casino and promptly lost twenty dollars each in the slot machines. I’ve never been much of a gambler and didn’t play blackjack or the other games, just the slots. Jacqui hadn’t ever been to a casino, so it was pretty exciting to her. The most. The stall door opened abruptly and Mandy was standing there, her eyes softly glowing. She looked appraisingly at Zack's broad chest, narrow waist, muscular arms and legs."Want some company?"Not waiting for an answer, she pulled the tunic over her head and joined him in the shower. Mandy had a classic figure, reproduced in thousands of sculptures throughout history. Her breasts were plump and rounded; her waist was thick; her hips ample, her legs long and shapely, buttocks round and firm, her. Nor how long they had been slaves. They did however describe with enthusiasm & in great detail their service & how much they loved serving & their bondage even being subject to punishment, if not the punishment itself. They were quite vacuous glad to be ‘too beautiful to be free’ as they gushed. What bimbos they were but how they turned me on too. I was so glad I could come, feeling quite sorry for them in their stifled need, glad not to be one of them. In addition to the bells on their.