He was only now awakening. As he hung with his arms outstretched and his shoulders almost dislocated, he thought back to the beginning of his relatio...ship with Queen Wisteria. Her real name her never knew and was afraid to try to find out. She might dismiss him from his submission. He could not live with that. His name was Chuck but she called him Chuckles. One more little degradation. She often told him he made her chuckle whenever she thought of him throughout the day. He was happy to please. At this point my cock was at full mast, she was moaning softly, holding onto my hair as one hand kneaded her tit, one nipple was being sucked on, and my other hand began to grope her ass… I couldn’t help myself, and apparently, neither could she. Without noticing she had already pulled my cock out and was stroking it to the rhythm of her moaning. I switched nipples, and she changed her pace, now rubbing my cock head against her pussy lips her moans became shorter and more frequent. My cock was. I'd rather be down south and out of this weather, too. I doubt that we're going to get anything settled tomorrow, but maybe we won't have to hang around for long, either."Everybody's skin was a little wrinkled by the time they got out of the hot tub, got dressed, and made a dinner out of the odds and ends left in the freezer. In the evening there wasn't much to do but sit around and watch TV, not that there was anything any of them thought was worth watching, so they decided to head for bed. I didn't know what to think...but began shaking in excitement again.He took the choker out of the box and put it on my neck. It was a perfect fit. He stood back a bit, and looked at me...smiled...moved in putting his arms around me and kissed me so passionately my knees buckled. He held me up and while kissing me, his hands roamed all over my back and downward to my ass. As I mentioned in an earlier part, if someone plays with my ass, I'm putty for them and loose any resistance to all advances.