Me and my friend at this point found it hilarious and was laughing and making jokes as they stroke our now semi hard cocks.My cock began to grow as my...girl slowly lifted my helmet into the warmth of her mouth, on a cold night like that, the feeling doesnt get much better as i lean back and let her do her thing. at first she just sucking my shiny pink helmet while stroking the lenght of me before slowly going down further and further on my cock with each motion until she reached the point.. They went out that night and came back with two men and were soon fucking them. Both had left the bedroom door open so I peeked for a few moments on my way to take a leak. Both women were eminently fuckable I thought.I was still awake when the guys were escorted out and both women came and sat on the couch and told me they were going to make sandwiches and asked if I wanted one. I said sure and followed them to the kitchen. Both were still nude.By the time I sat at the kitchen table I had a. The black buck was several years younger than me and certainly no girl, but no one was going to say anything. There were half a dozen men seated loosely in a comfortable drawing room, the Marigold Room as it was called, and they all had boys close by. I was the only slave who truly looked like a girl, but many of them were pretty and the room was dedicated to owners with a penchant for such toys. This was that part of the Owner's Club where the married men brought their male lovers and these. You should be happy that you still have a job,” Mr. Morris threatened.Dexter had wondered how long it would take the Director to drop the ‘happy to have a job’ bomb. It had actually taken a little longer than he had guessed.Dexter said, “You guys have been looking at Eric like he’s lucky. He’s not.”“I told you that you’re fired! Get the hell out of here,” Mr. Morris shouted.Dexter ignored him. “I feel sorry for Eric ... the poor bastard. He’s trying to hold down two jobs. You see, he’s still.