“May I also ask if he – sold you – as you do me?”“No, child. He kept me for his own exclusive use.”I hesitated for a moment before daring...to take this idea any further. But he was not frowning, nor had he threatened me with the riding crop so far.“Did you – enjoy it?” My voice faded out towards the end, as my courage finally failed me.“That I will not answer, Kurt. Never speak to me again about this subject. Verstehst du?” “Ja, I understand. I vill not.”He smiled. I had pleased him yet. “Hmm... sounds like you have this figured out,” Dominique said.“See!” Gayland jumped up and pointed at her.“Guys, seriously, come on,” I said."Well, since you have this all figured out, and are all," she looked at me, "convinced I'm a spy, then I guess I have to prove myself, huh?"“Oh, yes, that's exactly what I was thinking,” Steve said."Hmm...," Dominique pondered theatrically, obviously enjoying this game, "...so what, if I may ask, would I have to do to prove my loyality?" Come on Steve," I. They'd always help one another when they were in trouble.One evening Sylvia took a long hot bath and hummed to herself rubbing soap all over her body. Unknown to her that there was a tiny peep hole into the bedroom next door to it which was Ryan's room.Ryan heard his sister humming but couldn't help but to spy on her through the peep hole. He saw her raising a perfectly shaped leg out of the water and rubbing it with soap. He gulped nervously as he knew he should look away and not spy on his. He took me, dominating me. It was so intoxicating. My tongue swirled around his cock. He tasted of salt and masculine musk. I inhaled his scent. I shuddered; his cock slammed deeper and deeper into my mouth.Other hands seized my hips, lifting me up. I groaned as another hard cock prodded my thighs. My pussy clenched as he grew nearer and nearer. I was so hot and wet. How could I resist cumming? I was already eager to erupt. Why didn't I masturbate while I waited? How could I have been so.