I did..every drop of his seed I cleaned off his big cut cock. He moaned while I was cleaning his balls.You obey every word he said, good boy..now clea... my cock. Love it?I enjoyed every drop of his spicy tasting spunk. It was making me addictive for more.I touched my dicklet while doing that great cleansing of his big meat...stop I don’t like you to touch without my permission Mohammed said. Your clitt is mine when you are with me…Are you with me? Are you my cunt?I couldn’t say anything else. Sam asks, “Will what is that cloth, and what are you making?”“It’s a silk like material I got up north. It was originally made for a special purpose, but now I’m reusing it to make some underwear and socks. This stuff won’t rub me as raw as some of the coarser materials will, so it makes wearing other clothes less of a hassle for me.” The ladies stop to watch how he’s making the socks.After a he does the first pair Ann takes the rest from him while saying, “I can do that better than you! Let me. This is how my first encounter started, I was 15 at the time, athletic build, a winger on the local rugby team, and not too bad looking if I do say so myself. Daniel was a couple of years older than I and build more like a man. He was well over 6'1" solid frame, blond wavy hair and a forward in the same Rugby team as I. I remember the first encounter like it was only yesterday, we were both watching porn and had a bet to see who would need to use the bathroom first, knowing full well that. Deep breath..."may"...deep breath..."I"...deep breath..."be"...deep breath..."allowed"...deep breath..."to"...deep breath..."cum"...deep breath..."now"? Each time my answer was "Not yet". She was whimpering by the time I told her to stop after about another 20 minutes of teasing. She needed a break to regain as much of her composure as possible so I had her go bring herself back a nice big glass of ice water. Before she sat back down I had her turn her back to the camera, bend over, legs.