He didn’t even hesitate. He crawled up to me and began to suck my “cock”. “Oh very good. That’s the way. Suck it real good” I commanded. I...guessed it was about 7” long and he took it all in his mouth without once gagging. I couldn’t help wondering if he also sucked real cock. “That’s enough” I said finally “get on the bed on your hands and knees. In the drawer was also a jar of lubricant. Greasing up the dildo and then his arse I pushed it all the way into his anal passage. He squealed and. " Later, my emerging love of rock and roll encouraged me to transfer my talents to the electronic keyboard. However, immediately preceding that, there was a two-year period where I wouldn't go near a piano. I'd quit piano lessons during tenth grade, despite Mom and Dad's pleadings to the contrary. I considered myself too cool to play the piano; it wasn't manly enough. My parents had bombarded me with phrases like "What a waste of talent" and "You'll regret this when you're older", but I. Each time though, I had been called to attend to something or other and I hadn't given it further thought.It was at the reception when I saw her again. Everyone was still on the lawn, the photographer busy organising the various groups to his satisfaction. She was sort of drifting around trying to look inconspicuous.I tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me, should you be here? It is a private function you know."She turned to me and blushed furiously, "Yes, I know it is and yes, I am an official. I saw Joe lightly with the back of his hand brush Chanel’s nipples. I know from experience this drives her crazy. I feel the jealousy erupting inside. However, I am the slave and I must know my place. Chanel knows this is punishment to me. Although, it’s the strangest thing, I feel jealousy very sincerely and deeply but at the same time it fuel the flames to my sexual core. How can I watch another man play with my mate and feel such jealousy and still be aroused and stand by submissively. Who.