Whether you wish to accept it is of course your own decision."Steve nodded in his turn and said, "I found her to be an amusing toy, and if she wishes ...o serve me, I will permit it. Are you aware of any limits I should be aware of as I explore the many ways such a slave may be used? Should I avoid whips, for example? I wish to use my toys, not break them. Would being collared and leashed excite her, or make her feel degraded, or both?"Linda had looked up in shock at the mention of whips, but had. He would usually bring home a rather large selection, so in the 7 years we were married, there wasn't much we hadn't seen. I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist, so when we went out on these weekends we would tantalize truckers. Sometimes I'd just give him head and other times I'd just lay the seat back (so normal sized cars wouldn't see us), take off my shirt and play with myself. He'd purposely drive so that we'd come up along side a trucker. Boy would he get an eyeful! Of course, this. You held the phone so we could both see and started showing me pics from the party. When you got to the last one I said "oh you didn't take that many, let's take one together!" I got back on the couch and sat against you, you switched to the camera and snapped a quick one. You showed me and I said "that's no good, my shirt is messed up." I grabbed the sides of my shirt and pulled it down. I pulled a little to far and my bra was showing, I looked over at you and with a smile said "oops," and. Oh God. Oh. Oh. Oh God.” Sloane moaned.“Yeah? Like that?” Jack teased.“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Sloane eagerly nodded.“How does she taste Cupcake?” Jack asked.“Good Daddy.” The girl replied in a hollow voice.“Good. Suck that pussy and make her cum. If you do it without complaining, maybe I’ll use lube when I fuck your ass later.” Jack said with a chuckle.The girl let out a cry of fear and began lapping at Sloane’s pussy with more speed and intensity.Sloane was lost in the pleasures that the girl was.