As I tugged my foreskin up and down I felt myself begin to lose control. My nutsack was tightening and my engorged penis was beginning to twitch. I th...ew back my head, moaning in anticipation when the door opened and Sue stepped in. I swore and tried to hide my erection with my hands, while the video played on. “Ooooh baby your cock is so hard in my hand” said the on-screen actress. Sue just stared from the doorway. She was clearly shocked and embarrassed yet she did not leave the room. I was. So kahani hai jab mein 26 years ka tha, mere ghar ke samne wale flat mein ek lady rehti thi unke boobs bade hi mast the unki figure hoogi 38 29 38 aur unka naam hai khushi . Shaadi ko abhi 1 saal he hua tha. Mein unke ghar aata jaata rehta tha, ek din jab mein unke ghar gaya toh waha koi nahi tha mere ghar bhi koi nahi tha aur mai unke yaha kisi kaam say gaya mein afternoon mein unke ghaar gaya aur humdono ghar may akaly thay phir humney saath may khana khaye jab ko khaa rahi thi unke mast. "You are VERY lucky."I held the weighted chromed metal end in one hand while I gently stroked the very soft and beautiful fur end with my other end."I'm afraid that I'm not sure what it is?" I said with a still puzzled tone.The three women giggled and exchanged glances and some words in a language that I did not understand. Finally, one of them cleared her throat."It's a butt-plug" she said. "But not just any butt-plug. The tail signifies that you are now owned.... owned by your Daddy."I must. They gave him away to anyone watching, and Miss Jordan was a very careful observer.Miss Jordan installed camcorders on the third floor overlooking the front and the other the back yard, and she hired a landscape crew to redo the yards, first the front, then the back. Miss Jordan sent him out with lemonade or iced water for them every day and sometimes to relay her instructions, dressed provocatively. They were a little more forward than the inside workmen, and Miss Jordan got it all in living.