But I didn't do it to myself. I was branded. By my owners."--- "Who is RHM?"--- "That's off limits. So please don't ask it again. I wont answer."--- "... could have taken pictures, you know. I could blackmail you."--- "Firstly, go ahead, and take pictures. You'll have a nice souvenir and hopefully something to jack off to. Second, you would have a lot of explaining to do if you would release such pictures. And they would be tracked. Believe me. Third, I would rather die, then say, so there is not. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see you." Mistress said with a leer.Brenda tried to stop staring at my cock and finally averted her eyes altogether. Mistress noted. "Hey, Brenda. He's a slave. He's there for my pleasure and that of my friends. You can look at him all you want. Fondle him if you want to." Speaking to me as she unsnapped the leash "Assume the position in front of Mistress. Brandon Cole had short black hair and dark brown eyes with a muscular body from playing football. He wore shorts and t-shirt. His girlfriend Ashley Woodsen had blonde hair and blue eyes with medium-sized tits and a toned accentuated by the yellow sundress she wore."Brandon! Finally man!" A black man with a muscular build with a short black buzzcut hair and brown eyes greeted him."Sorry JJ traffic was a killer." Brandon replied before directing JJ to his friends. "Allow me to introduce you to. He was completely relaxed now and no longer having a manic episode. Kai whispered the sweetest things in her ear, about how much he loved her… How he’d die first before anyone harmed her… How he’d sacrifice all his powers to make sure she was happy. “You complete me, Layla.” He softly kissed her neck and let his hand travel up her rib cage until it landed on her soft breast. He felt her erected nipple through the lace fabric of her lavender bra. Layla was half asleep and aroused. She knew his.