.it was a strange sensation, not unpleasant..I felt it throb as he flexed it in my mouth, and it felt real, a living thing...I slowly pushed my head d...wn and took it in my mouth...not all the way, I didn't want to gag. I started rhythmically bobbing my head in his crotch now, and his head instantly threw backwards and I could hear the ecstasy in his voice as he groaned with pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of giving a guy pleasure. I knew what I enjoyedwhen someone, or indeed I, played with my. " Not from work. I can handle work stress... but stress from not getting any dick...." She laughs ever so slightly. I'm glad her voice isn't any louder, because people are walking by, two chubby older ladies, heading for the bar."You'd do that, with a stranger you just met?"She smiles at me, a dirty smile. "Do what?" You know, relieve some stress." You mean fuck him?" Her voice is a bit louder. I'm pretty sure the ladies heard her, as one of them seems to step awkwardly and try to look our way. "Is there anything wrong mom?" This was my day and I truly did not want anything to ruin it.She looked up, almost distracted, and I could see that she forced a smile upon her lips - "No honey... not really."Not really?She addressed the room at large, "Gentleman... may I have a few minutes alone with my son?" It was not really a question, but mother was always polite.Robby looked at the bow tie and then at me, distressed.He has never been the brightest of my friends. Joel, my Best Man, saved him. And very sad. Tima didn't deserve this. Perhaps I should explain. There is a very sensible aspect to slavery in Kupro Marbordo. As well as training and disciplining slaves for those owners who can't do it, the Domo offers a service to the slaves themselves.If any slave finds life intolerable under a cruel owner, they can go to the Domo de Korekto and ask to be killed. Or when they become too old or infirm to serve. I don't know how the Domo does it, but I understand it is quick and humane..