She grinned when she saw George kneeling by the sofa, naked. She strode into the living room, tore open the cigarettes, and lit one. The cigarette rel...xed her, and she smiled, looking down at him and seeing the cock cage.?Get me a soda, slave.??Yes ma’am.? George got up, poured Lucy a soda, put the glass on the coffee table, and knelt back down by the sofa.Lucy picked up the glass and took a few sips. ?Thank you slave.?George looked up. Lucy was beautiful sitting on the sofa. ?You’re welcome,. But does that mean there is a Lessor Tribune? Of course if you make it before you are twenty-one you'd still be a minor. That would make you a Minor Major Tribune. *giggles And does that mean you get a Major Tribute? Of course considering how much work you write about doing I'm betting that your concubines want the tribute to be that you are tied down on a bed, naked and spread-eagled so they can spend the following twenty-four hours using you and worshipping you.sighs Erica and I both got that. She could not deny it had felt great however, and neither did the second time, or the third.Before Jenny knew what was happening she found herself on her back, helpless like a tortoise with her left massaging her nipples and her right fucking herself with the vibrator, her pants pushed down to her ankles, making it wishful thinking to pull them up in time to defend herself. Then she noticed she had lost her orientation when she had turned onto her back and had no idea where her rifle had come. I could see that he had lost control and surrendered to the moment. Not wanting to be the worst boy in the class, I let him enjoy my outfit and my body for a while. I turned my ass to him and bent over. Gripped the motor boots off the floor and felt his gaze burning in my ass again. Just like the Wednesday before when he had first looked at me outside the Judo gym.One by one I put on Mike's motorcycle boots. They fit like a glove. As I leaned over I gave Mike a great view of my lubed pink.