My master also had a duffel bag in his hand. Was he travelling? Or does he plan to stay overnight? I was so excited that I could not speak. I managed ...o say a “hi” and present him with a faint smile over my excitement and fear. He came inside and kept the bag on the bed and sat comfortably on the mini sofa lounge and kept both his feet on the small coffee table.He appeared relaxed and of course like the dirty slave I stole a glance at his jeans to see if he has an erection. I quickly looked. He tried to remove it. It was not stuck, but it didn’t want to come off. He could spin it on his finger and pull it past his innermost knuckle, it would go no further. By the time he made it to work he was hearing slight buzzing noises when people were nearby. By the end of the day he could almost make out words. He drove home with a lot on his mind. That evening Sugar appeared earlier than she normally did. He could sense her there, but she was not visible. As he prepared supper he set another. He pushed it to my lips and I opened my mouth wider and slipped my tongue out to taste him. hmm nice. He slapped my tongue with his dick and then pushed in into my mouth. I looked-up at his intense eyes and then bobbed my head along his cock to give him a blow-job and to keep him happy. The other girls hummed and arred in appreciation. oh she is a good girl got the photo? good, now she is trapped! they laughed wickedly. cock-sucker! The Bitches! Jock grinned down at me evilly. I sucked him like. It was for her mouth. That was all she needed to know.They were all talking in Spanish. Her overheated imagination translated it for her. "American whore." "Slut." "Cocksucker." "Filthy girl."Another man was stroking himself nearby her face. He was an old guy. Jackie didn't care. When Yago pulled her head back with a slurping sound, and pushed her forward against the older man's cock, she accepted it gratefully. It was just one more step into humiliation ... into having every guest here know.