In fact, I may as well admit right away that the number is tattooed on the upper slope of my left breast, but I prefer to think of myself as ‘four�... even though master explained that a number is what his slaves have, not real names like free people. Just so you know, Master has allowed me to spell my name when I write it although I’m not allowed to capitalize the ‘f’. It was his gift to me on my 30th birthday.The reason I’m writing this advertisement is that Master and I are soon to part ways.. Like a rubber band I asked? She said well sort of. That we needed to go to Tractor Supply and pick up something. At the store she picked up a pair of special pliers that spreads a small green elastic ring for castrating. She also bought a bag of the smallest elastic rings. I asked her on the way home if this is dangerous? She said Mike had told her that I could leave the band on you for up to a couple of hours without any permanent damage. I was slightly scared. At home I was told to go shower. The floor was now completely covered in what looked like a giant yoga mat. The lighting was soft and the music hypnotic. "Let's get undressed."Without a word the three women removed their clothing. Ami was shocked by Cregan's perfect body. Now she was sure that Cregan wasn't 91. Her breasts were on the small side, firm with protruding nipples. Her body was lean and sensually muscular. She had the same tattoo of Ganesh on her chest, the one with the eyes that followed you. When Cregan turned her. He slowed and began to take his time on my dick, alternating between licking it and my balls, occasionally moving back to the head to taste some of my juices. It was true ecstasy and I couldn't bear to be the only recipient.Matt realized this too. Without his head leaving my cock, he manoeuvred his body around so that his dick was back in my face. I hungrily placed it in my mouth and began to suck, swallowing the delicious pre-cum that had accumulated. For what seemed like hours, we went at.