You don't have him pay for your drink and make you feel like a bitch. But, to be honest, I never thought I'd find myself taking it to any higher level... Than friendship.For the past five years, I've been real dudes with Leon. One of those hefty, big and kinda lazy black boys you don't wanna get in trouble with. He works in a car wash, where I first met him actually, and he's never attended college. Prefered to find something and get himself some bugs. He lives with his family, in a low-class. She took it in her hand and looked at it as she moved it from side to side and said, "Where did you get this bad boy, I have never had one this size before, I've seen the porn movies and heard stories. How big is it?"I told her it was not huge, it was about eight and a half inches long, an inch and a half in diameter and five and a half inches around.She said, "Oh" And started at the tip and sucked it into her mouth. She was one of only a very few women who could get it far enough in her to. Rather than removing the gag, he allowed her to do that giving her a little sense of empowerment in freeing herself.With a little hand gesture, he signaled for her to follow him out of the storage area. The noise caught John’s attention and he turned to watch Ed lead the girl out of the storage room. He followed them to find out what the girl knew about what to expect in the office. She finished removing the gag when they reached the inside of the convenience store proper and took a deep. When he drinks her, her flower clings tightly to his hardened staff, exciting him, hurting me. I desire to offer her that pleasure. He drinks her in front of me. I am restricted to silence. If I intrude I will be punished, forced to service him harshly alongside her. After our Master is asleep, I clean her, licking her swollen flower, relieving her soreness. I taste our Master, taking in his familiar seed, and my love's intoxicating essence. My desire for her is untamed. If I could produce.