“Am I a good fuck?” “Much better than good.” “What toys are left?” I looked on the couch and saw the dildo, the blindfold and the silk-...ike scarf. I told Ellie. “What’s the scarf for?” she inquired. “It’s soft and feels good if I lightly drag it over your body. I could also use it on your nipples, if they’re not too sore already.” “Give me my dildo. Do whatever you want with the scarf. And tell me why I’m such a good fuck and what you’d like to do to me.” Ellie settled back, spread her. .. there wasn't too much traffic that went by. Every time a car whizzed along the road, Judy found herself worriedly glancing over in the direction of the road, hoping that the car passing by didn't look at all familiar. At least Bobby had enough sense to do ... to do this somewhere out of the way, Judy thought. No one can ever know about this ... no one at all... Judy finally got to the room. With a weary shake of her head, she jiggled the key into the lock, and pushed open the door. Room 237. But when she was leaving the old man stopped her saying that he can’t find his golden ring that he had placed on the table near almirah, where a few moments before Ramya was standing. He started searching for it and even Ramya decided to help. She searched for sometime along with the old man, but they couldn’t find the ring. Suddenly the old man announced that he thinks somebody has stolen the ring and he told Ramya to hand over the ring else he will call the cops. Ramya was totally shocked. I had witnessed cock-master’s fall from superiority to servitude, and wondered where he now fit in next to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.We arrived back in the parking lot of my apartment complex, and Piss-Master ordered cock-master to the back of the van with me: “Get your faggot-cocksucker mouth back there are make sure the boy is clean enough to enter the apartment, and then get back up here and do my other foot!”Cock-master climbed over the seats, removed my sandals, and.