His dark blond hair falling slightly onto his forehead. His jaw was strong, he shoulders broad and muscular, his arms were molded and strong, his hand... capable of great strength but also great gentleness.I went back to his chest, sculpted and lean down into his abs. I wanted to touch him, could I? I looked down his abs, to his thick thighs that were each about as big as my waist. I slowly took in what was between his thighs, my eyes widening a bit. It stood pointing up towards his abs it was. Almostas an afterthought, someone has placed a raised arrangement of borders andbushes, bounded by chest height walls, in front of the building. As with theother buildings along this path, I have no idea of its purpose. Maybe thiswas the Dark House? Was Lady Susan really imprisoned in Dark House by her wickeduncle who wanted the fortune she inherited? Was Peggy the barmaid murderedby Will the potboy in a fit of jealous rage at the Dark House Inn in 1741?Do their vengeful spirits even now haunt. I am just such a slut. Then he asked me if what I really wanted was his cock instead of a butt plug in my arsehole. Nodding my head yes again, he told me that I had to earn that privilege. If I did not have the gag in my mouth I would have told him that I would do anything to earn his cock. Reading my mind, Master Brian whispered in my ear "you would do anything to earn my cock, wouldn't you?" Nodding my head again, I let him know that I would do anything. Then I was shocked when I felt his. At the same time, however, his brother began to undo his jeans with his freehand. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how much you really like me? I mean…that’s what you said…that you ‘really like me,’ that you ‘love me.’ It would be nice to seem some proof, small fry.”Jacob’s eyes widened as he watched his brother pull himself out from his pants. It was the first time he had seen his brother’s cock in its full glory. The member really intimidated him, made him wonder what he was.