My cock was throbbing, and his voice didn't help it die down at all. He kneed down and started flexing. "Come here," he commanded. I came to him, and ...e placed my cock between his peaking pecs. He told me to fuck his pecs. I listened. He flexed his pecs as I was fucking them. He flexed his biceps and I placed my hands on them, feeling their power. They were hard as steel. I was about to cum."I'm about to cum," I said. "Don't these juicy pecs and biceps make you want to cum?" he seductively. Do you want him to appear while you are already performing or should I put him here first?" Charlie asked, and damned if he didn't sound excited."Where exactly will you place him?" I asked, and when Charlie put a spot of light on the floor I moved over to face it and about fifteen feet away.It only took a second to remember I was in sweats, so I had Charlie hold things while I went to the bedroom, put on some jeans, a rodeo shirt, dragged on my boots, and checked my hair in the bathroom. Back. “You got topretend that you’re my boyfriend.” I looked at her cross-eyed, I’m sure, because she gave me apleading stare. But, before I had time to agree or even ask her why, atall pimply faced kid walked over and said, “Hi, Karen.” Karen looked kinda nonchalant and wrapped her arm around mywaist. “Oh. Hi, Greg,” she returned as if she hadn’t seen him coming. Tall, pimply Greg looked at me and then back at Karen. Karensmiled, “Oh, this. Donna knew what was in charge for her. Since she wasn’t a permanent slave she was only allowed to service her on rare occasions and each time she had to live not only through extremely harsh torture but had to thank her for every lash of the whip.Before they even entered Mistress Maja’s playroom Mistress tore the clothes from Donna’s body until she stood naked in front of her, her clothes nothing but a pile of shreds on the floor. Mistress Maja grabbed her nipples with her long manicured.