I looked worse than slutty; I was dressed up like a sex-slave. He'd even put a collar on me; a black leather choker, with metal rings sewn in the side....I was, of course, embarrassed to be seen like that, and as we walked into the ballroom people turned and stared. I looked away, examining the paintings on the wall. My master took me by the arm and pulled me forward. He took me to the bar, where he ordered cocktails. I stood there nervously while I waited for my drink, and people milled. You’re eating right and getting exercise?” I nodded to her. “Exercising the five-finger flute regularly?” she whispered.“Molly!” I hissed. She could turn me as red as her Irish hair. “You could check to see if it’s working right,” I fed back to her.“I could still pick you up and throw you across the room, boyo,” she laughed at me. “Now tell me why in a room of ... hmm ... fifteen, seventeen, twenty people I see only six males. Your fingers won’t get stronger if someone else is playing the. I also notice that I had about 30 minutes and my dick had become hard again so put the phone down and put some spit on my fingers and stuck my finger in her ass she adjusted and squeezed but it was so lubed that it didn’t matter. I stopped half way in and her muscle contracted. Her adjustment had made her but cheeks open more so I could clearly see her anus contract around my finger I pulled my finger out and lined up my dick and slowly pushed into her ass, with the head in, she let out a. Thank you,)Courtney Jones stood nude and wet from a shower in front of the mirror in her bed room smiling. Her long strawberry blond hair was pulled into two long pigtails that made her look younger than her eighteen years. Her C-cup breasts stood proudly from her otherwise lithe frame. Her mother and father always claimed she had a smile of an angel, and she had enough compliments that it was probably true. Her legs were toned and tanned from the many tanning sessions she had in the back by.