I do what I did earlier and pick him up with hands around his thighs, and he reaches down and grabs my cock, and holds it up so I can place his tight ...ittle arsehole on it, finally the tip makes contact and I can feel the precum flowing already, then we just let gravity do the rest, he slides down onto my thick cock and let's out a little moan, and then I start pushing him up and down all over my cock, fuck he's so tight, it felt amazing, and then I pick up the speed and now I'm really ramming. Fuzz screamed and ran, ran around the entire house yowling at the top of his lungs, trying to get the awful thing off. It hung on him, weighing him down! A terrible, terrible slave collar, trying to stifle him! Maria just sat, laughing, watching as he rolled in despair, claws trying to shred the evil thing and failing. It was too strong for him. Finally, panting, Fuzz collapsed in defeat. Once he was done with his race around the house, Maria’s mother helped Maria put a harness on Fuzz, at the. Following dinner, Betty had asked Cindy to come to her room to listen to some blues music and read the latest Hollywood gossip magazines. They had both taken off their shoes and were sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading, when Betty started the conversation that would eventually change things forever. "You've never asked me why I dropped out of college," she commented."You're right, I haven't," Cindy replied, not looking up from her magazine. She didn't say anything further, and the silence. But he doesn’t do anything that makes you think he wants it removed either. You look across the table at your friend. She’s oblivious, but isn’t she usually? His thighs part allowing your hand to descend; the material of his jeans is warm, inviting. Your fingernails scratch lightly across the denim. You want so to dive straight to his crotch, but no, he’s got to wait. You flatten your palm and rub. Mmm, so firm. You can feel your loins grow warm as well. You allow your fingers to walk up toward.