They had decided to use his green eyes for a nickname. He had only arrived here in the rustic town a few weeks ago. He was still learning the landscap..., both physically and socially, as it were. He had decided that this was an invitingly friendly enough moniker."I'll be around, Kitten." The girl blushed slightly at the pet name but still smiled at him. That was an intriguingly happy sign. "I'm going up to see Panos. I need something to drink right now." As he moved farther up the shore he. " Your titties are so small to please any man, they deserve to get whipped." He jammed two small dildoes up my pussy and anus and put a tight rope around my neck,as he continued to take pictures. I was tied up in a few more positions,and masturbate in front of his camcorder. Rubbing my dirty slef with a pc of coarse rope right between my piss flaps till I was very red and raw. "now your going to be a obedience slut like your mom when Bobby gets home welcome him with a blow-job." I cried. Off with everything including the shoes and socks. I walked over to him, straddled his legs and took his head and brought it to my already hard cock. Mort protested weakly at first but as I pressed his lips with my cock head, his mouth opened and he let out a light groan. His mouth was hot and wet and I held his head and pumped gently until I got to his throat and he gagged. I continued to press and the gagging continued. I heard him take a deep breath and I brought his head all the way to me. Are you ready to begin?” she asked. “More than you know,” I gushed, knowing my cock was already at full mast inside my boxers. “Okay, then,” she continued, “take off your boxers and sit down in front of me, between my legs. Sit real close but don’t touch me.” Within seconds the boxers were gone and I was sitting on the floor between her legs, dangerously close to her pussy. Then the verbal assault began. “Look at my pussy; see how wet it is?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Can you smell it?” she teased. .