Those bad boys are gone now, along with thatthing you called a cock. AND I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME 'MISTRESS'!!!"Casper's cock slowly inverts itself, maki...g a brand new tunnel. With aslurping sound, his new lips suck up his balls and swallow them."My cock and balls too... Oh no... And Mistress?! But... why, Mistress?I thought we were friends!" Quiet you! Here you shall call me Mistress, because it pleases me!Besides, I love the sound of that lovely soprano voice of yours emergingfrom those gorgeous. ?You're making it worse?stop if you're not going to fuck me, I can't handle it, I?? John slapped me across the face, hard. ?You think you get to tell me what to do now? You're my toy, or did you forget that last night?? ?Of course not?of course not I never forget?I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry?I'm just so?? ?Maybe I won't fuck you at all. Maybe I'll just tie you up and make you watch me jerk off, how would you like that, bitch?? he taunted. ?No! John?please?need?? I said, so overwhelmed with. I was sleepy from the car ride, and he helped me into the house. It was early still, but I went upstairs and slipped into my nightgown and robe, as often I fell asleep before the movie was over. He started a fire in the fireplace, and got a blanket out and pulled it over me.As we watched the movie, I kept pulling the blanket over my head during the intense scenes as he laughed and described the horrors to me, tickling me under the blanket all the while. I pressed my head into his lap, my hands. You sexier den her though fah real, fah real.”“Thank you!”“Come on, boo! Let’s go in da room fo’ dees utha niggas git back.”Bloke sat on the twin bed that belonged to him. It was covered with a dark blue plaid comforter. Laurent got on his knees and removed the towel from his thug daddy’s waist. He grabbed the seven-and-a-half-inch, thick lovestick. He placed his lips around it and went to work moving up and down the shaft.“Ah, fuck, l’il nigga! Dem faggit lips feel good on dis dick, yo! Keep.