"You'll be grateful I took you - you might learn something as well. All of us will be there, with our latest slaves. There's a treat in store for you.... He licked his lips."Thank you, Master" she said almost reflexly."You're welcome" he replied, as automatically.Master, she discovered when it was altogether too late, belonged to a society. All men like him. They came together; sometimes, to flaunt their slaves, to play cards and to swap victims for a night and to boast to each other in front of. . and no underwear. Feeling my cock stirring a bit I looked around to make sure no one was paying us any attention. Reaching down towards my lap I laid my hand on top of my crotch. Looking at her I could see she was asleep. Carefully reaching into my shorts I tugged on my cock and pulled the head out of my shorts and then just let it lie there against my thigh. I looked to make sure everyone else was pre-occupied when I began to stroke myself. I thought it would be something if I could whack. The hippie culture had started already but the beatnik culture had not died yet. I did what I could to not fight this counter culture but still show them to be responsible citizens. This is where I tried to guide the hippies but as yet I did not know how successful I was. My venue was not for the hippies though because I did not promote bands and singers that used drugs openly.All sorts of legal problems resulted in that other time. The authorities did what they could so another concert like. Aoooahhhhh…ahhh jaisi awaaz nikali phir maine uska bra khola khote hi uske boobs uchal kar bahar aaye jaise wo kab se band the usne bahot tight bra peheni thimai ne uske boobs muh me lekhar chusta raha uska badan machal raha tha wo wo awwazein nikal rahi thi phir maine uske boobs ko 30 min tak masalta raha aurUske baad usne kaha ab daal do jaldi daalo mai usko tadpana chahta tha wo chilla rahi thi daalo plz daalo jaldi maine phir apna lund uske chut pe rakha aur ek dhire se jhatka mara mera.