He asked me if i wanted to do the same for him, i told him i would touch his cock but that i wouldn't suck it. so i jacked him off until he got off, s... after that i would always go looking for him, but i never saw him again. the good thing was that two other older hobos would sleep there and i go visit them and we would share their wine and in no time they would have take a piss so I would also take a piss too, I sneak a look at their cocks, I noticed one hobo that had a huge cock, his cock. I felt her shiver as it clicked shut. I searched my memory for a form of words; we'd covered this sort of impromptu ceremony in our discussions previously. Serena had told me that her ex-Master had tended towards the less formal and the less prescriptive end of the Domination spectrum. Apparently other Masters had written ceremonies for all eventualities and punishments for Slaves who were not word perfect. Eventually I recalled the words that she had used only a few weeks ago when our. I had reviewed in my mind the way she’d reacted to me when I told her I loved her, and it seemed clear that she’d welcomed it. If I let my doubts get the better of me, I could see how it might have been relief at me not being angry about her foot thing, rather than sharing similar feelings for me, but my best guess was she really wanted me, and if she did, even if it wasn’t quite love yet, it could become so. If I couldn’t seduce her, with all the advantages I had been given, I didn’t deserve. Uncle said “What Arun!! you think we are some hot, mad, dogs fucking in the day light even without caring their guest in the living room, Don’t you??”. I just nodded. I wanted to nod “No”. But I don’t know how I nodded and I don’t care.He continued “Arun, you are not a kid anymore. Sex is a marvellous gift, one can’t argue with that”. I didn’t say a word, I am staring into nothing. “Arun, I know you and priya are good friends. It doesn’t matter at all if you marry her or not. We are always.