I felt a raw, hot red blushspread all over my skin?.too much excitement?.too much wetness?and fear?Would i please all those men and women i would have...to please? All those cocks i would have to suck, and all those pussies i would have to lick, to please my Master, and make my Master proud of His suck slave? i would be representing my Master after all?whatever i would do, however i performed would be a direct representation of my Master’s dominating techniques?i knew i just had to make my Master. As we kissed I felt hands undo my trousers and begin to lower them. Dave’s hands ran up and down my legs and stoke my thighs. I loved the feel of his rough hands on my skin.Tracey’s hand released my hard cock as I slipped my finger into her wet pussy.Dave was now kissing my neck and I could feel hardness nestling at my arse cheeks.We staggered to the bed and Tracey sat me down. I then noticed Dave was wearing black lace panties and thigh highs. I was so horny I wanted to fuck them both.Both. You're so beautiful especially when you cum." I love you too, Baby. You look pretty sweet when you cum too. And, Baby, this is a lot of cum."Sperm coated Mother's torso from between her breasts down her tummy, covering her belly. The largest amount was on her pussy. It completely covered her little landing strip of pubs and painted her bald vulva with its milky-white thickness.I replaced my cock into my jeans and handed her a damp towel to clean herself. I helped her slip her robe back on and. Whimpers were the favorite sounds the fantasy offered, followed closely by terrified screams. Screams gave him an erection. Whimpers took him to a peak. Curiously, the whimpers contained both passion and fear.Each time he relived the fantasy, he perfected it. Some changes required no preparation, but the fantasy included a bath now. He needed a large tub because he would bathe with The One. A bubble bath. Fragrant shampoo. A soapy body pouf. Slick, silky, youthful skin.A tub with clawed feet,.