."Aaaagh!"...slorp... The squatting boy really started to get into fucking himself onJamal's fuck stick. The grunts and groans from young Jeffy m...xed in withthe sounds of sloppy, slapping wet flesh increased as he started to workhis ass up and down Jamal's glistening black shaft. The boy had a lustfulrhythm going as he impaled himself on that thick black cock with eachdownward thrust. "Fuck boy! Work my cock!" Jamal moaned out as the boy continued hisassault. I could see Jamal's. “Did I forget to mention that for this game all strokes are given over panties?” I swallowed. “Yes, Sir, I believe you did.” “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “I think I would have remembered that detail, Sir!” I ventured. “You aren’t arguing with me, are you Kymburli?” he asked, and a slight shiver ran through me. My voice came out in a croak. “No, Sir.” “That’s good, because my slave can tell you that arguing against me is a very bad idea.” I stood there, mute, holding the strap in my hand.. Her nipples were firm and jutting, a deeppink, the areolae puffy and tender, the tips long andsquared off...throbbing hotly.Sharon watched as Tyla reached into her bag, pulled out aflask of oil, poured a splash into one hand and rubbed herhands together. She scootched up close to Sue, facing herwith their knees touching and began applying the oil toSue's face and neck. She stroked lightly and gently. Sue'seyes closed. Tyla leaned in closer, her breasts jutting veryclose to Sue's.Sharon's eyes. For the first time since our fun began, she was not available.No, this was no good. This would drive me into madness. I had until late in the night to plan what to say, prepare to see the look of disappointment or feel the friction of opposition. I knew it would make me the bad guy to say I changed my mind, but we would weather the little storm and soon forget it. Had the whole night to replay the things we’d done, games we played, unleashed lust in the shape of my unquenchable need.I tried to.