What better payback could there be?"I thought about the woman who had been my fiancée. She called it off shortly after I was arrested. She didn't bel...eve, or didn't care that I was innocent. I was mad and I was hurt. But I quickly came to realize that if she was that disloyal I was better off without her. That didn't make it hurt any less. I was in a lot of anguish before I finally came to that conclusion. I had been very much in love with her. Or at least I thought I was. I have to admit that. The top was see through as it showed off my beautiful looking tits. The bottom was a thong and it definitely showed off my gorgeous ass. The three of them arrived and took me into our bedroom. I had the camera all set up ready to go. I couldn’t believe how all three of these guys had such perfect bodies. As we all stood right in front of the bed I slowly knelt in front of them. I began to remove each one of their pants one by one. I was totally shocked as each one of them had nice big cocks to. Whipping his ass while he pounded away was often fun?and I’d make him stop again and again, until he was super horny, and then I’d pull his expensive silk shirt, the one he was wearing on a hot date, in front of him, and he’d cream all over it!And after thirty days, he’d cum like a fire extinguisher. The frustrated man fascinates me. Myron has a twin brother, Byron, who is also my slave, but lives in the U.S. Byron is kept in chastity as well, and when he comes to town, about every two months,. She made me laugh with her carefree attitude (or perhaps the alcohol). She was mischievous. Swapping my drink with hers or pinching CDs I’d put down. I kept having to step over her long, well toned legs and it became a game where she would swing them side to side as I was still trying to pick CDs and mix songs and I had to keep stepping over her to get to where I needed to be. I always asked the same glass collector to bring me drinks. He wondered why I was asking for vodka and lemonade along.