“Kneel at the end of the bed, my pet.”I wasted no time in carrying out my mistress’ command.“Are you hungry, my little slave?&...8221; she asked.I nodded.Alex picked up a piece of bacon and held it out. “Verywell my pet. Come and get it,” she said, as she movedthe bacon down between her legs next to her thigh.I got down on my belly and moved forward until I couldreach the bacon with my mouth. She teased me for amoment, pulling it farther and farther away.. With agonising deliberation, the three boys slipped their jeans to their ankles and stood before Bridget, each sporting major hard-ons in their underwear. Jeff was wearing boxer-briefs, which revealed a long tube that almost projected out the left side. Mike was wearing briefs, showing an equally hard cock inside and Duane was wearing boxers, a massive bulge pointing straight out.Bridget could feel her panties dampen as she instructed the boys to lower their shorts as she held her skirt up for. .. but I was afraid so young to fall in the grip of a dirty old man begging for money .... the idea was so disgusting that I actually get excited ...I said,- Want to sleep here on the floor?- you have been so good to me ... I told- Yes but you need to do something for me,I drop my panties, I did not shave my pubic hair, and I was sweaty but I need a paying for my good charity to this old man looking like shit and said:- You can beg, but now you need to lick my brown, young totitoThe old man. There was a real sense of panicin my voice. The size of the head definitely scared me a bit. It simply felt too big.“Not too fast, baby, go slow. My God. I don’t think it is going fit, baby.”The huge head was stretching me wide open. Maybe, it was because of the texture of the unyieldingplastic head just created more friction than a real penis. Maybe it was simply larger than Robert was.Maybe, because I was scared,I simply was not as open, lubricated and aroused as I had been whenRobert was.