But Sophie identified some other issues and took it upon herself to deal with them.She’d figured out, from talking or somehow or other, that they we...e lonely people and had little or no love in their life. Probably not even any tenderness of any kind. She is always equated sex with that sort of thing which is how I got in her pants so easily when I told her how lonely and frustrated I was. What I didn’t realize is that she was making sure that three or four other guys weren’t feeling lonely or. ‘And who have we here?’ She asked looking at me, naked with only a collar, wrist and ball cuffs and being led around on a leash. I was mortified that a pretty girl should see me like this. ‘Answer her faggot!’ My master for the evening demanded pulling hard on the leash. Pain shot through my balls as they were roughly jerked upward by the leash. ‘I’m a cumguzzlingslut.’ God this was so humiliating and degrading, and they were both enjoying my embarrassment. ‘Well that’s an accurate name at. I’ve always thought she’d be a hot, squirming creature if the sexual repression she’d learned could be eliminated. It has been now.”“You don’t what it’s been like living with her,” I whispered. “She’s been so negative about sex and everything else, but she’d prance around the house half naked and send me sexual signs, only to freeze when I noticed.”“When Charlie said they had a lot of sex, I thought he meant once or twice a week, not once a day. Hell, that’s not half bad.” Grandpa laughed. “He. One hand laced with mine again. I drew my legs up to accommodate for his hips, loving the feeling of his warm skin over mine. Only our thighs were touching; he was suspended above me. I pulled him closer, wordlessly asking for a kiss, and then reached for him. When he was inside me I sighed. He moaned, low, in my ear. His cock always stretched me out wonderfully. My hips rocked up into his as we began to kiss again, and he slowly thrust into me. His tongue was in my mouth. With my hands.