On his shirt, face, jacket> for him sucking a cock while getting loads of dirty banter turned him right on, and it was working for me big time He coul... suck cock with the best and the harder you got with your banter the better he sucked, it was a win win situation. He kept going only cock, plenty of spit running down his face and onto his shirt. He looked up at me let go of my cock and said that he was pretty worthless and that he was no better than a dog , that he should be in the gutter and. All she did was moan and groan and sigh and complain about whatshe had to do. It wasn't like Sonya was being forced into anything! She hadsigned the Slave's Contract of her own free will - well, and maybe after abottle or two of wine. Mistress Martine looked at Sonya. "Stand up straight girl, and pullthat damn hair out of your face." Sonya tried to stand up taller and she brushed her long, golden locks fromher face. Martine looked at that hair. It was beautiful, no doubt about it,but it was. You will do nicely....” said his drooling mouth.Jilnar felt something hard and segmented probing its way into her pussy.“Yessssss....” he said, “Let it go in. All the way in, so I can get it all nice and wet.”Jilnar happily opened her, legs to oblige. She could never refuse the demands of a dominant man, or the pleasures she received from any hard cock, no matter what color it was, so in he went. Jilnar turned her face to him, allowing him to slide his long, rough, green tongue into her mouth.. . remember who we're talking about here?"So Izzy spent the next hour telling me about the 'birds and bees', and then she told me about sex. Of the two, sex was more interesting. The bit about where babies came from was all well and good, and to be honest I couldn't have given a damn about gametes and and/or zygotes. Those I had read about. But tits, clits and pussies? She had my undivided attention like no teacher I'd ever had before in my life. "Have you ever had sex, Izzy." She quickly.