Fuck though, what a thrill, my cock was straining inside the red lacy panties I had 'borrowed' from my wife's extensive underwear collection, and my m...uth was bone dry. A brief look at myself in the rear view mirror, a pout of my deep red lips and a flutter of heavily made up eyes, and back to concentrating on the journey.I had been given a set of motorway services to drive to, but after that nothing. I was still a few miles from them and dusk was someway off; I knew I would be left waiting. The leather restraints that held him exposed against the cold stone wall hurt less than the emptiness between his thighs. A voice, neither wholly male nor female had assured him the pain would go away.A muscle in his arm twitched and caused his left breast to wobble,which in turn prompted him to release a slight gasp of arousal. He wanted to see what he was now. He wanted to touch himself, be used by the owners of the smooth androgynous voices that had been his only company all this time. It. "Mmmmmm... I think that part is particularly dirty; you'll want to make sure it gets extra clean." Don't worry, sir. I'll be sure to take extra care with it."George was already at full-mast when I started. His cock softened up a little as I massaged more soap into it, but his scrotum was particularly enjoying my ministrations. Reluctantly, I let go of his balls and spread the soap around his pubic hair, down and under his balls to that little spot that doesn't have any hair. I brought that hand. ”A soft sigh escaped from me, but he had given me an order. And I always followed his orders at least to the best of my abilities. I struggled at first, bending my knees in the position my ankles were tied to the wall behind me, using them for leverage to lift my hips entirely off the stool beneath me. Dallas’ length slid entirely into me. I moaned, slowly lowering myself, then raising my hips back up. I did this a few times, allowing his length to enter me, then exit up to the tip. Back and.