Soon I could feel my fluids dripping down my throat. I watched as the chastity belt was locked back on and the key that had opened it was cut up. For ...he next 7 months I did not get a key that would open the belt. Every three months Mistress would milk me via prostate massage just to make sure that I maintained good health. She also kept adding to my workload making sure that everything was perfect in my service to her. There were 24 keys left in the jar. March 1st found me tied down to the bed. "Clarisse is so thrilled to be watching baby Jason while you two are here. She enjoys doting on that baby since it doesn't look like we'll be grandparents any time soon!" Harm gushed as he hugged the loving couple.Scott made sure to keep TK away from Tiffany throughout the reception. He liked that she appeared more confident this year. He had to chuckle when she became distracted worrying that baby Jason was doing okay without her. If TK looked closely at him, she would have noticed that Scott. She puts her hands on either side of my body and crawls up on top of me…her breasts pressing soft and heavy, sliding up my shins, knees, thighs…I finally feel their weight on my balls, then slowly rubbing up, squeezing my throbbing hard cock between them…she pauses, her huge tits engulfing my cock, only the head visible, throbbing, leaking precum…then she continues up my body…sliding her massive hangers up my stomach, and chest…until they touch my chin, then they separate, sliding against my. Angie's searching fingers had found her dress; she tried to cover her modesty as best as she could.“Can you see anyone else?” she asked.“It’s just the one guy.” Mick re-assured her.“Each to their own fantasy” He added.“Hey, we’re living out a fantasy by fucking on a public beach; surely the guy has every right to live out his fantasy by jerking off as he watches us.” Mick said thrusting his hips into Angie's pelvic region reminding her that he was still inside her.Angle's head tilted back, her.