Instead, his hand left the goblet and he raised it to his eye level, pulling his fingers into a tight fist.He was losing control of his hands and arms... He was losing control of his feet and legs. All of his appendages periodically trembled now and there were times when he wasn’t able to find the strength to rise – or to move at all. He stared down at the scored wooden table, its surface a darkened patina from smoke and dirt and age. He tapped his fist upon it lightly and, ignoring the wet. Carol had an infectious laugh, a wicked sense of humor and a flirtatious nature. She made me feel as if I was the manliest man of all time.Carol's personality also complimented mine, in that we were both calm and easy-going. In no time at all, it was as if we had been friends for years. Carol and Sarah got along famously also, and the three of us spent the rest of the day talking, laughing and making plans for our trip back to my time. When it was time for bed, Sarah insisted that I spend the. Each slave would be placed on their backs on cushioned platforms so that their ass was accessible at the right height that men could walk up and put their dicks right in and start fucking the slaves. Their legs were spread wide and pulled up and attached to posts on either side of the platform. The slaves arms and body were strapped to the platform keeping them immobile from the neck down. Large cum buckets were placed at the end of each platform. Finally a partition was built between the. He was hard as a rock. His cock was maybe half as long as Franklin's but it was much thicker. Dad also had a huge, hairy set of balls that were hanging between his legs and that was sexy as hell to me. I nuzzled my face against his crotch and took his hard cock and rubbed it against my cheeks, over my chin, and against my lips. I was instantly in love with my Daddy's nice cock. I decided to lick his balls first. I've given more than a few blowjobs and never really paid much attention to a guys.