Yet, despite all the hours of caressing, foreplay and copulation they had shared he was still filled with frantic desire for her. So reckless was it t...at during the hour drive back, while navigating the darkened NH 4 Highway, he had twice sent a fresh stream of liquid lust flying through the air to land somewhere on his jeans. So reckless was it that upon his arrival home he had little time or interest in others as he rushed through the kitchen, giving his Mom just a brief chat and look, past. Emboldened by her actions I cupped her small breast and began softly kneading it through the thin fabric of the bikini top. The feeling was more amazing than I'd ever imagined, and I'd imagined just this scene many times. Her breast was soft and pliable under my hand and her nipple was poking into my palm. She moaned softly as I fondled her tit, thankfully the music was loud enough that only I heard. I was also thankful that Dave and Kyle were too busy discussing the girls at school that they. It looks like Crystal was fucking your ass, Michael said, looking directly at me. Okay, it is what it looks like, I said, but I can explain. Okay, Michael said, looking intrigued. Crystal is my Mistress, I said, before adding, and we were waiting for my Master to show up. Your Master? Michael questioned. Yes, I admitted, pretending to be embarrassed. Crystal demanded, Now leave the room so we can get dressed. Michael smiled and ordered, Get on your knees, Crystal. Excuse me? Crystal questioned,. It felt incredible, his cock, now rock hard and easily ten inches, sliding further into my mouth. He placed his hands on my head and pushed his cock deep down my throat."Now it's time to see how much your sissy throat can take! Take it all, slut!"He buried his ten inches in my throat, I gagged, trying to take it all. I coughed and sputtered, spit coming up and covering his tool. I whimpered, trying to breathe, but he held my head in place. I tried to swallow air around his cockhead, he let me.