With gusto and determination my vacuum sucking skills began. I held his left leg with my left hand for support and worked him like no other. I was s...cking deep and hard, as my mouth came up around his head my lips slightly parted and as I bobbed down my mouth engulfed him completely. I left a trail of spit along his schlong but none of it dripped off as I was sucking hard, fast and it was all building up in my mouth. 'Arghhhhhh!' he grunted as he grabbed my head with his hands. He hadn't. Kneel, he ordered. They both gracefully dropped to the position, even thought the floor was slightly dirty, without question. Michael liked that. Now, what are your names? Slave Syndee Sir, the first one answered. Slave Stacey Sir, came the timid response of the second. Michael noticed that they never lifted their eyes to him while they spoke. They were well trained. You will call me Sir or Sir Michael for the time being. I have one other slave presently, but she is very new to this. You will. "Ummm, I like, ohhh wow, ummm, whatever you want, ohhh or doing is fine..." He was having difficulty trying to put a sentence together. Good, I know how he feels. Reaching into my bedside table drawer, I produced a bottle of lube and applied it liberally to his cock. Lubing up a finger, I slowly sank my digit inside me, prepping the way. "Be good and go slow," I warned, "It's been awhile." I positioned my wanton asshole on the head of his dick and sank slowly and carefully down on it. Relishing. Pausing to bite each lightly before grabbing them forcefully. I found myself doing to her what I wanted to every day but couldn't. Those twodeliciouslyround breasts. Each touch seemed to thrive being twisted and squeezed. Therese was now grinding and sinking into deeper and deeper ecstacy with each lick and touch of her waist. Her neck. Her clitoris ready to explode to touch being rubbed and teased by a beautifully strange penis. She was ready for it years ago. With every erogenous zone.