How much I love tits… I went and helped her print her documents, when I saw she was on MySpace. It was about quitting time for me, so I started ta...king to her. We talked for about five minutes when she says, “My leg hurts, can you rub it for me.” My boner had gone down, but by now it was slowly rising. “I’m working and I have to do work on a computer in this tutoring room, but if you come with me, then I will rub your leg.” I was full of shit, I didn’t have anything to do, but I just. We had a great time." Heh." The men laughed at that and most of them had their cocks out, letting their slaves jerk them off, or suckle them while they talked.Mr. Reiser didn't stop me when I opened his trousers, shifting my body so I could bring my mouth to his cock. He stroked my hair and hardened quickly for the third time that evening. It would be a long while before I could make him cum probably, but I gathered that orgasm wasn't the point of this at all. It was slave owners relaxing and. By early August I was really getting bothered. It was hot as blazzing balls and no amount of jerking could compensate for the balls and shaft's urgent need for pussy/ass. That day, I walked into the studio about ten minutes early and heard Sammy, the guy on before me, talking to the girl (honestly, I can't remember her name). He had her on the studio speaker phone and was interacting with her just enough to keep her going, but he was only doing it because he was bored and was amused by the act. ”OH FUCK, just what did I say while this was going on. I looked around and Sammy was the only one left on the platform with me. I noticed a crinkling sound as I tried to sit up, though all I did was manage the fall back down. I was light-headed and there was now a pounding in my head. Then I noticed that the noise was coming from the plastic wrap on my arm.“How long was I out for?”“In and out for over an hour. You need to drink some water.”“What?”“Let me help you sit up.”“Don’t we need to.