.. a tunnel I'd be stuck in for the rest of my fucking life.Oh no. It wasn't over. I hadn't even fucking started.I smiled as I took a screen capture o... a nice close up of Amber and Dave in flagrante delicto, as it were. Amber's legs were wide with Dave thrusting right between them. I liked this picture because it showed their faces, a little distorted as they reveled in fucking each other, but you could clearly see who they were. Of course, I had to make a few adjustments ... couldn't very well. My friend's brother was there and he had already had a few drinks so I knew this was going to be a messy night. In more ways than one, I thought to myself. Zach wandered over to me. "Hey Zara, want to be on my team, I've heard you're good?" giving me a flirtatious wink. Just him winking at me made me tingle. "Sure, let's thrash them. We've totally got this," I replied. We picked two more people for our team and began playing. Every time the ball landed on the floor I would bend down to pick it. We were invited to Thanksgiving dinner at Charlie's house. His wife, Jill, was a typical farm wife who cooked large meals and enjoyed our company. There were several men around, including Charlie's two young sons, but Morgan rebuffed their efforts at flirting with her. I drove home with her head on my shoulder.Later that night as we undressed for bed, Morgan seemed nervous and short-tempered. I hugged her and asked her what was wrong; the answer filled my heart with dread."I got a letter a few. I want my mark to stay on you, so no towels! Call me when you’re done.”My new Cock-Master left me alone and went to explore the rest of the apartment. When I had dried the piss on my body and the leathers, I called out to him and he ordered me into the bedroom.He was laying on my bed, nude except for a leather jockstrap from my drawer…another Master-ordered Internet purchase I hadn’t used yet.He spread his legs and gestured for me to climb up on the bed with him.“Lick it, slave, lick the jock.