His hair was neatly trimmed and his balls hung low beneath his shaft. I kneeled down to get a closer look at his cock. My face was inches from his coc.... He smelled nice, not terribly musky and not perfumed. I reached out and began to stroke his shaft feeling it grow with each stroke. I turned my focus to his balls. I had never handled another man's cock, much less his balls. It felt strange but still oddly familiar. I certainly had handled my own equipment thousands of times before and while. You can have half of mine, though."She scooped half out from her tray and placed it on my plate, a pasta mush that was shiny and wet.I started to eat. Every once in a while, Blake would reach over and grab my mother's breast, and it was clear she was stroking his cock beneath the table. As she chewed, her tits bounced up and down in the tight skimpy apron. About once a minute, Blake and my mother would lean over and kiss sensually, his hand mauling her tit over the apron."Let's have a topless. A prize to outshine all prizes, if you value slaves.Personally, I could not see why one would pay this kind of money for anelf whore, regardless of the skin color. Hells, they're paying me even ifshe's long dead and I only find her skeleton picked clean by wolves. Myscouting revealed her trail leading up to a cave on the eastern ridge ofthe foothills, so at least she survived for a bit. Surprisingly hardy forsuch a soft thing."Solkah found anger rising within his disguised breast, anger which. . I better go change now." As I headed down the hall toward Cori's room, there was a loud knock onthe front door. A few seconds later I heard Aunt Joan open the door andstart talking to someone. I hobbled down the hall a little faster. Ireally wasn't ready to face a stranger at that moment.* * * * *After I closed the door to Cori's room, I stripped off the nightshirtand tossed it into the hamper. What I had left on really didn't looklike a diaper. At least, it didn't look like anything I'd seen.