Her scream was music to my ears, had I still had them, as the Street Rat was worked down my gullet, settling in my carnivorous stomach. I could see he... attempt to run from me, but one command from me halted her wasted effort. “No Princess, you are still chained to the throne. Remember?” A collar appeared around her lovely neck, ruby-studded to keep it aesthetically pleasing to me, with a chain attaching it, and thus her firmly to the throne, a chain that shortened as she was dragged back to it,. Though the worry of her wanting younger guys played somuch on my mind that it became a fantasy, which grewand grew till I wanted it to happen. I kept imaginingher being fucked by other men and would get off on itwhilst we fucked. The images in my mind were like amovie show of her letting strange men use her body.We used to go out dancing once or twice a week to alocal hall. She loved to dance. Whenever she had hadtoo much to drink she would get all romantic on thedance floor, resting her head. They climbed in the Explorer as before, and Brad gave Scott directions to Vicky’s home.In the darkness of the back seat, Abby was getting bolder with Brad. She teasingly held his left hand in hers and slid it under her dress just short of her bare pussy. Scott stopped in front of Vicky’s house before Brad knew it. There was a moment of silence when Scott put the Explorer’s gearshift into park.“Brad, you can kiss Abby good night,” Scott teased. Abby and Brad turned to each other, cupping her. My tongue sticks out to bathe your cock, watch as I lick your head… around and around… around the rim… putting my lips on it… nibbling… tasting… smelling…. then…needing more… I’m wanting you and I cannot wait any longer. I stroke my fist up around your cock head, only the head peeking out and put my mouth upon it… surrounding it… licking and sucking… my saliva dripping down onto your shaft… onto my fist… making it slick… moving my hand up and down along with my mouth… sucking… sucking… harder….