.. or trademark, I forget ... infringement anyway.” he’d said “What subject is that?”“Oh, it isn’t. I got distracted on Wikipedia. How com... you know so much?”“I read instead of using Facebook or Twitter or whatever you use”They watched Dr Who together, and agreed it wasn’t as good as it used to be, though the favourite Dr Who resulted in a three way argument which descended into a three way tickling contest. Perhaps that was the first time they had all let their guards down. You can’t maintain. “I’m just visiting here with a friend,” Phil said, unable to take his eyes from Vixen’s lovely breasts with their upright nipples which moved freely beneath her lacy top as one spaghetti strap almost slipped off her shoulder. “Come on,” she said rising and taking his hand. “I know a place.” She hauled him eagerly up to the Millers’ rented room where they found the naked boys sprawled across the beds snoring. Vixen tossed her top on a chair, wiggled out of her tiny skirt and then, with Phil’s. ”“Go on.” Mistress Mora purred.“She modified the cat-o-nine. Along with braided leather flails, she included lengths of chain. When I have been particularly wicked, she would use this on me, my Mistress.”“You prefer whipping. Would it please you if Mistress whipped you, Pet?”“I exist only to please Mistress.”Mora moaned. “Watch the rest of the show, Pet. You will be my finale.” She pushed his head back into her lap, positioning him so his cheek rested against her thigh. Her strong scent. It tastes so good with his precum on my tongue. Up and down I go, my hands by his side. I move my head around as I go down. I come up to breath and my attention moves to his large balls. I kiss them all over and put them in my mouth one at a time, kissing the sides of his shaft in between."Yeah baby," Steve says, encouraging me more."I love your cock. Tastes so good," I tell him. I move up his chest and lick and play with his nipples as my arms then reach up to his shoulders. We kiss again as.