I am your slave. You are my master. It's not just what I want. It's what I need. I just hope that it never ends. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whateve..., but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again."So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public, too. I want everyone to know that I am yours, your slave, your property, your. It was beautiful and hard. The head was gleaming with all the pre-cum flowing from his slit and I reached for his hard cock and balls with both hands, moving his hand out of the way. I started to jerk his hard hot cock and pulled at his ball sack as he moaned. "I love what you are doing Dad, I am so close". I pulled him a little closer and blew softly on his hot cock as a shiver ran through him. "Ahhh, Dad, what are you doing", he hissed. His eyes were closed and his hips were just straining. You say bending to your knees and pulling my French knickers slowly over my hips and down my shaking legs. The men move closer as you pull my legs apart and slide your tongue up inside me, spreading my cheeks to get closer, You hear me moan as you thrust your tongue into me, over and over again. The man with the American accent moves up to stand in front of me, his hand moving up to caress my breasts as your fingers slide into me, you’re kneeling behind me watching him paw at my naked body.. I moved my hand away and she pouted. "Don't worry, I have other plans for this wet little pussy of yours," I continued. I slid her panties off and licked the crotch, just to be a tease. I stared in her eyes and smirked. "Tastes yummy. I want some more of you, baby," I said as I knelt down to her pussy. I grabbed her ankles and had her hold them by her head. Full access granted. I stared in amazement at her pussy. Her brown pubes were neatly trimmed. Her big lips were engorged with arousal.