Vor einem Vierteljahr hat sie manchmal daran gedacht, dass SM spannend sein könnte. Hat sich zu einem Porno selbstbefriedigt in dem eine gefesselte F...au gefickt wurde – und nun? Jetzt liegt sie bewegungsunfähig auf einem kalten Parkettboden, an Hand- und Fußgelenken gefesselt. Ihr Kopf ist in eine hautfarbene, blickdichte Maske gehüllt. Öffnungen hat sie nur zum Atmen und eine für den Mund. Ein wenig erinnert es an eine Schaufensterpupppe oder eine billige Sexpuppe bei der nur die. Then started to wank me slowly while stroking my balls. I moaned.. then she pulled my foreskin back as far as she could and slowly, so slowly slid her mouth over my cock. Past the head.. her lips now onto my shaft.. stopping three quarters of the way down. "Good girl. Now again.. but deeper"She looked at me.. maintaining eye contact and she withdrew my cock from her mouth before taking it again. Now I was wet and slippery with her saliva. My hands on her head, holding firmly as he took as much. Horace had told Ellen that she could have one of the slave girls pleasure her any time she wished but she did not have a desire for it. One day, Horace was walking past his daughter’s room when he heard moaning coming from inside. Wondering if she was sick, he opened the door. There on the bed was Helen, naked with all three house girls. They were naked also as they almost always were. Two were sucking on and rubbing Helen's tits while the third licked her pussy. Horace had not seen his. He looked down at me and I could see the disgust in his eyes as he tried to think through and come up with something to say back to me. I thought for a moment he had decided to just slam the door in my face when I heard a voice from another room call out, “Marcus, who is it?” I knew the voice and immediately knew I had showed up at the right house. I just had no clue as to whether it was a good time. By all indications, it was not.“It’s that skinny assed white boy from the other night.” .