A long line of saliva connects my lower lip to your cock. My eyes are glazed a bit, hips moving as my cock pulses in the air with my hand removed. I...was so, so close to cumming that I moan in frustration. Whether it is because I was made to stop stroking, or made to stop sucking, I cannot say which made me moan the most. "Oh what a needy, cock-sucking whore you are, slut," you lean forward and whisper in my ear as you take my wrists and clip them to the belt. "I know just what to do with. His cock was driving me nuts. It was so hard and big and I was loving it on my mouth squirting precum. He pulled me to him and hugged me. I slept on his chest and put my hand inside his tee.He was so hairy and sweating and I was feeling like a whore in love with hairy men. He took his tee off and lifted his arm. Without a word I dug my tongue into his armpit. He moaned and said’ you are the whore I want baby’ I licked his armpit and all his sweat hungrily with my hand stroking his cock hard. He. He dropped unconscious from the blow and I took advantage of my sudden freedom to grab some clothes, my computer and purse and the keys to my car and run. I headed for the house of a good friend who I knew would help me, knowing that I had to stay away from my own place in case Master K went looking for me before I could decide what to do. When I got there, she was shocked at my appearance and sat me down to hear the whole story. Her husband was there as well, and his face became harder and. “You don’t do complicated,” I attempt to smile. “Remember?” He sprinkles me with soft kisses, the caress of his tongue, and the threat of his teeth as he moves down my body. My hands move from his face to the top of his head. “If that were true I would not be here,” he whispers into the skin of my torso, causing the muscles there to ripple, “watching your apartment and lingering in halls.” He moves further down. “I wouldn’t be here now, begging.” “Begging,” I moan. “Please,” he says dragging.