I looked back in her face and said, I’m serious. You had me locked in chastity. You had me as your slave. You reminded me every day I had no balls i... this relationship. Now that the chastity is gone. My balls are back. I’ve decided it’s time you became my slave. Remember, we both wanted to experience this lifestyle. you asked for this. Now live with it I said.So now she is suspended in bondage from a hook in the living room. The same hook she had me suspended from a few days ago. She is stark. Don’t seem to lose many uh, friends because of it.” Daddy laughed and said “Some men love it. That’s why they come to you, and cum, because of this.” He had pinched a little drops of moisture onto my tips. “Sure, some men, just love this warmth, this caring, this sexiness, so natural, so you, so girly...” His voice trailed off as he looked into my eyes and smiled his warm smile of love. I like the way he loved my body even though it did some mighty strange things sometimes, like at that moment. She then took hold of my right hand and brought it up to Chris’ cock and told me just to hold it the same way she was. She then kept her hand on mine and helped me to stroke his hard cock, up and down. She would ask Chris how it felt and if I was doing a good job…his reply was a muffled mmmhhhhmm. As I continued to stroke his cock Sharon leaned over and began to lick his cock and my fingers. She then took my left hand and had me softly caress his balls and then rub his thighs.. On both evenings, I would arrive at the bar at nine and then slowly sip on my beer for an hour or so, before heading off to the gay club at around ten-thirty. I loved to boogie and if I got lucky in the process, it was all good and well.I would always recall this period as the most carefree and enjoyable period of my life and have always treasured the many fond memories I have of that era.On a Friday evening, in accordance with my normal routine, after my bar visit, I arrived at the club just.