I tried to speak but I couldn’t. Peter’s hand was still on my leg but now he was slowly moving it toward my hips. With his loose hand he took off ...is shorts and then grabbed my hand on his cock. It was a nice cock of average length but really fat. I started playing with it and I felt it getting harder and bigger. He then moved closer to me and I took it in my mouth. I started to blow him slowly and I could hear him moaning. I took it all in my mouth and felt it on my throat. I was practicing. Maybe not all of what I have planned for you butenough of it to make it all worth your while."She was like a snake charmer. Even as she spoke she was circling roundme, drawing me closer. Her body pressing up behind me, her breasts onmy back, her arms wrapping round my waist."You'll do it for me honey. Won't you?" said Mrs. Remington.It was physically uncomfortable, nauseating, my mind so torn it wastaking a toll on my body. I was so close to screaming, to protesting,to refusing outright. It was. He teased my nipples with his fingers, making them hard and then he kissed them through the fabric of my blouse. He moved his mouth back up my neck and to my ear. ‘Yes?’ he said, half question, half statement. I turned my head so that my mouth could find his. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. My hands were softly touching his head. ‘Yes,’ I answered, saying everything with one little word. Yes, I wanted more. Yes, I loved every exquisite thing his mouth was doing to me. Yes, I. . Pierre said he wants to turn her into a proper black cock slut, get her collared and leashed, tattooed with sign of ownership, with Black Queen of Spades visible front and back"Doris looked straight at me, "Dean, are you listening to our private conversation and masturbating your tiny penis?" Sorry, yes, but I didn't hear much." I replied, grateful that because I was driving I didn't have to look directly at her."As punishment, I want you to cum now, in your trousers. You are then going to.