He kept working my head slowly forward and backwards for a minute or two before he said that slaves should do all the work. He released my head and I ...new what I needed to do. The sub inside me was well and truly released and I started throating his hard cock like it was my last meal. No way I could take it all but I was easily managing 2/3 of it and Daddy was moaning telling me I’m a good little slave. I’m taking him as far as I can with every stroke whilst he played with my hair. I knew after. " That's fine. I'll take it." We've got a room," Erica said, coming out of the motel office and waving a key at Josh. "There's just one little problem." What's that?" Well, I was hoping we could get a room with two queens, but they didn't have any left. All they had were rooms with single king-sized beds. And I don't want to drive any further, so I took it. I hope that's okay?" Uh, yeah. That should be fine," a flummoxed Josh responded, wondering how that was going to work out."Great. It's room. I was thinking maybe a few, laying down. Jenna would need a few to decide if I looked good or not. So I set up a camera and started. It was really a fancy digital number, and I could set a timer and other things on it. It took a few minutes to remember how to use it. And a few more minutes to rememeber how to set up the tripod. But finally it was ready. With the camera set to take a picture every ten seconds, I crawled onto the bed. The lens pointing at the middle of my mattress and at the. “See how good it feels Larry,” she said as she pulled away from me and returned to her place between my legs. “It is okay if you want to lick my juice off your fingers. I have been told my juice is very tasty.” She smiled as I did as she suggested. “Maybe if you are a good boy I will let you eat me sometime, would you like that?”I nodded my head yes to her question as I watched as she opened the bottle of clear lube and dribbled a bit into the palm of her hand. It was like I was in a trance.