He pulled out as quickly as he had started giving her pleasure. He moved behind her reaching between her legs he pulled her arms back to her ankles fo...cing her tits and face tighter on the bed. She felt the rope wrapping tightly around her wrist as he tied them together tight. He then tied them to the spreader bar effectively holding her in position with her head and shoulders down and her ass up giving him free access to her ass and pussy. She moaned with anticipation of him fucking her doggy. I knelt there in front of him and admired his rock hard cock. Licking my lips, I reached out and grasped his manhood in my hand. I leaned forward without thought and swiped my tongue across the tip of his cock, savouring the taste of him. A groan escaped his lips and yet he didn’t move. Glancing up at him, I saw his eyes tightly closed and his jaw clenched. My tongue circled the tip of his cock, and then traced the length of him from tip to base before I moved to his balls. I licked them both. I immediately understood. It was exactly like the sleeping room at the slave training facility. Everything was designed to supervise sleeping slaves so that there could be no masturbation during the night. She saw from the expression on my face that I understood."Now I will take you to your friends in the lounge and you may relax with them until we call you to dinner."We entered a spacious carpeted lounge with comfortable furniture, a large screen TV and various books and magazines. On a side. Jon's family was also in the habit of slinging money around (or at least gift certificates), so there were very few boxes to pass out, and hadn't been for some years; Jon could have given Caitlyn her gift, but was saving it for Christmas Day. What did surprise him was how many envelopes were handed to him. His mother had passed out the declaration when he was eighteen that he was 'too old' for Christmas presents, and holiday-based income had been rather scarce since then. Evidently being a.