Many appeared to know him in this room, he was a regular, but he’d also placed some adverts offering me for use on certain websites, As there was lo...s of confirmations / acknowledgements of his advert accuracy. i.e. Yes, I was a slut, Who dressed appropriately, Who was genuine, Was stood before them, collared and leashed to a stranger, Chastised in a pink chastity device, Which was struggling to contain my cock that would grow to 7 inches, if it could, 100 miles from home in a Porno Cinema I’d. Dad took a drink of his bear and closed the triangle between the three of us, grabbing his half-hard cock and flopping it about a bit. “Ya know what this is right?” he asked. “A… A ‘penis’? I replied. “Heh, that’s the proper term, yes. It’s also known as a dick, a cock… even a fuckstick!” When Daddy said this both I and my br other started bursting out in laughter. Our chuckles faded a bit and he picked up, still flapping his thing about. “It’s a very important thing, a cock… It’s our. She struggled with the effort to resume; her body was ablaze with sexual heat, with sexual need, with the blatant desire to fuck. Her red hair flowed along her shoulders; her honey hued eyes alive with lascivious want. Sensing his smolderingly hot but well contained desire, Jennifer spoke, “Should I continue?” “No, I …Uh, I think if you don’t wish this to go further, the massage is over.” “Are you dissatisfied with my service, sir?” “No. You were superb. Thank you.” Jason gathered his. Our parents were out of town, we were home alone, so they couldn't bring us money, so after 5 minutes I came up with a plan. I took off my panties, hiked my skirt up showing half my ass, took off my bra, and unbuttoned my shirt to where only one button was holding it closed. I told my brother to start filling it up when I gave a thumbs up, and started twards the cute geeky guy at the register. I walked in and told him our situation, he felt sorry but stressed he couldnt give away gas. I asked.