His hand found my hard cock too and light stroked me like I was stroking him. His touch was electric, sending urgent, lust filled messages to my brain... I leaned over, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and took his cock onto my mouth. He softly said “Yes” as I felt his cock’s head hit the back of my throat. I let out a cock muffled moan, letting him know how much I loved this and he gently touched the side of my face. I looked up at him as he leaned up, and watched me suck his. After taking my stuff out of the bag, I realigned my dupatta to fully cover my neck and shoulders.Still, the wide, deep front of my golden blouse gave a good view of my big boobies to them. They talked to me for 10 more minutes and told me about their observations about our college. During all this time, I could smell increasing lust in the room.After they finished, I bent again to put my notepad and pen inside the bag. Again my dupatta fell from my shoulder. As Vikram has already loosened the. Zack really had not wanted to go out to Wes’s, but he didn’t want to turn away what could be a repeat client.So, the day finally came to head to Wes’s house and Zack was preparing to head over to Wes’s house to give him his final massage therapy treatment, but this was giving him goosebumps and he wasn’t quite sure why. Well, that would be a lie, because he knew what the problem was; He was very attracted to Wes. Zack had been attracted to other men before but had always been able to let the. Again he answered like most converted straight boys do, "I'd leave her and come be your cocksucker." My fuck-toy?" I questioned, pumping my cock in his mouth again.When I pulled out, he whispered, "Yes, your fuck-toy." My cum bucket?" I continued, pushing him deeper into utter submission to my cock."I will be your cocksucker, fuck-toy, faggot, queer, cum bucket, just please let me taste your cum again," he pleaded, completely under my cock's hypnotic pull."As you wish," I generously agreed,.