Her hands moved to the button and she undid it, pulling the article of clothing down to my ankles, and to the ground, where they landed. She rubbed at...my thighs and scratched gently. I moaned softly and gripped at the sides of the bed. I felt like the head of my cock was going to explode with how turned on I was. She kissed my thighs all the way up until she found my balls, where she took each one in her mouth separately, sucking them gently, and then tracing her tongue along the underside of. Oh, god! Oh, god! I never should have come. I should have let My Master expose my crime. But it was too late now.James finished securing my right leg. “Put the spotlights there and there!” he said to the newcomers. “If the video is going to be any good, we need plenty of light on the cunt’s ass.”At the word “video,” I panicked and began to fail around, but my legs were spread so far apart I could hardly move.“Are you sure we should make a video?” James asked. “I mean, isn’t what we’re doing. "You knew that better than I did. What I did with the guys was okay, but not as much fun as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, JR, I'm not sorry I did it, but with Kimmy there was something there that I didn't feel with the guys." Something you'd like to do again?" JR asked."I don't know, maybe. I didn't plan anything that we did—they just happened. I don't think I would have as much fun if it had been planned, or expected." I didn't expect you to do anything, Honey." I know, not your. Like Julie’s said she wish you would and all of us are thinking.”We looked over at the TV, which was on mute. By afternoon, the news was growing tired of showing us digitized-out pictures of Helen’s pussy and had moved on to other stories, like the suicide of tech mogul Leonard Whyte CBE early this morning after losing everything in the stock market yesterday. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV and the black & white photo of Leonard Whyte’s face on a black background, with his birth and.