” But by now Brad was having none of it. The alcohol mixed with his friend’s permission gave him confidence and he told Ben, “I don’t think yo... understand man. She’s mine now. Maybe you can watch or whatever but that’s pretty much it.” Ben just sat in silence and accepted his new place. Jenny’s mouth had taken her toll on Brad and he was now fighting back the urge to cum. He told Ben, “Fuck! This bitch is about to make me cum!”. Jenny took that as her cue and started pumping her mouth back and. " Good," she said. "Let's go there." She pointed at one of those family restaurants with a gift shop attached. "We'll shop for souvenirs."I finished pumping her fuel and hung the pump handle back in its place. She meticulously snapped off the receipt while I re-capped her fuel port."Follow me?" she asked, climbing back behind the wheel."Anywhere," I joked.She laughed again, then closed the door. I heard the engine snap to life as I trotted back to my own vehicle. I followed her across the. Campbell This story isdedicated to Master David, for His generosity, and to His slave girl diana, forher openness and candor in researching this saga. It was not written with theintent to portray them in any way, but there were a number of coincidentalaspects of the story that turned out to have an uncanny similarity to what theyshare, both as a couple and as a Master and His slave. It was my intent,however, to attempt to describe the depth of their commitment to each other asthey make their. Inch by inch you swallow me, taking in as much as you can until you have to open your throat to bury my cock deep. You fuck me with your mouth, covering my throbbing, swollen member with thick saliva, sending my eyes into the back of my head as the pleasure of you sucking on me drives me crazy. Out the corner of my eye, I see a table, being lashed with rain.You move over to the table and lie back on it, kicking your legs in the air as you peel your knickers away from you. Your cunt is wet, a.