He knelt down beside the bed and rubbed my chest. His touch sent a shiver down me. I closed my eyes as he slid his hand lower. When he reached my dick...he slid his hands all around it,and pushing under my balls. I gasped when he pressed them with one hand and ran a finger over my dick head with the other. He slowly stroked his hand up and down on my dick which felt good, and caressed my balls. After a few minutes I moaned softly. Feel good, he asked yes I said. I felt something wet run over my. The audience was clearly intrigued though their response was more muted than when I was talking about how to increase the numbers of enslavements!As I was saying all this I happened to notice a slim and very attractive woman who looked vaguely familiar cleaning and shining the brass sculptures that decorated alcoves and niches in the hall in which we were meeting. She was quite some distance from me but I could just see that she was apparently a slave as she was scantily clad and had an iron. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation."I'm sorry to cut our conversation short, Mizuki, but I gotta go check up on Ayumu." "Oh really?!" said an intrigued Mizuki. "Just don't forget your promise to me. I'm. I stopped typing this story and looked at him, putting my hand behind his head and stroking him, 'It's my little Pee Pee', I said thickly, as he just stared at it, my swollen clitoris was sticking out crying for attention, my swollen labia glistened with my vaginal secretions, my inner thighs revealing my constant thigh squeezing as my warm juice bathed my urgency and need for cock so vividly.I sat frozen as he placed his small hands on my warm fleshy thighs, my instinctive reaction was to stop.