He backed up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"Even this didn't stop me. I attacked him again, this time lowering his shorts to reveal his ma...hood. His flacid penis hung in the same position it always did after a good workout. I took the soft flesh in my hand and thrust it into my mouth. He gasped, but did not move. Slowly I moved my mouth over his penis, feeling it harden in my mouth. A small voice inside me cried out in protest, but the shorts had takenover. Nothing could stop my. You run your fingers along my pussy lips and you can feel my lubrication spread over your fingers. As you keep rubbing your fingers against me, careful to not go in, I instinctively start grinding against your hand, no longer caring about public decorum. My breasts are completely pushed up against your torso as I'm starting to cling onto you, not able to stand on my own. I hear your heavy breathing and I look up at you to gaze into your lust-filled eyes that are taking in my slutty. This male was wearing a simple loin cloth but didn’t act like a slave would, with shaved head, bowed shoulders and sporting twenty pounds of chains and manacles. This slave was buff, walked erect and confidently, had a full head of hair and was without as much as a collar to identify his class. Nor did he seem uncomfortable in his ‘outfit’ either. In addition to his loincloth, he carried a metal pole with a trigger at the end. No slave would be given a weapon, Jill knew.“Ah, you’re awake.. My girlfriend had told me early on if he tried to touch me to tell him I was on my period so he would leave my "pussy" alone. He was rubbing my thigh and I warned him and he complied. Instead as he was kissing me deep he put my hand on his hard cock through his pants.I glanced back to the front seat and my girlfriend was clearly rubbing his cock, up and down still kissing him. He was telling her how sexy she was and how good that felt. I saw him put his hand on her head and push her down. She.