Kein Wunder dass Deine Frau kaum Orgasmen bekommt. Bei so einem mickrigen Schwanz. Jetzt wurde Ela aufgefordert auf dem Gyno Stuhl Platz zu nehmen. Au...h sie wurde von allen Schamhaaren befreit. Herrin Petra meinte, dass Ela eine süsse Votze hätte, die für so einen mickrigen Schwanz viel zu schade wäre. Sie klingelte und 4 Männer in Masken kamen die Tür hinein.Alle waren prächtig ausgestattet. Die Schwänze, die Herrin Petra als Sklaven verpflichtet würden mindestens 20 cm lang und 6 cm dick. Working my hands in the side I slid them down her legs, very slowly. I could feel the fresh shaved leg and smell her lotion. The sight of her ass checks split by the red thong made me want to rush but I made myself slow even more. The trip back up brought goose bumps to her skin. I could smell her starting to get wet and her nipple would clear thru her shirt. I moved back around to her front and worked her shirt up over her head inch by inch, kissing and kicking as I went, but still nothing. This was real, this had a scent, she could finally feel and smell her master, not just read his words or look at his picture or hear his voice. His scent was already intoxicating her.Now the second part of their first encounter began."Get on the bed and kneel down, bitch. Now!"She did as she was told, quickly. She wasn't sure what to expect, other than the fact that he obviously wanted her ass.He took his time laying out some items on the bed beside her: a small vibrator, a somewhat larger. A million thoughts flashed through my mind, the first of which was wondering how many booths I'd been in had holes like that, and I'd never noticed. All thoughts left me, though, when I saw the cock flex and jump a little, and heard the soft cough again.My hand reached out slowly, and I wrapped my fingers around the first cock I'd ever touched other than my own. I marveled at how hot it was, and how smooth and soft the skin was while so rock-hard underneath. I stroked slowly, gently, just.