I felt a slight wetness on my thigh, and looking down I realized with horror there was a wet spot the size of a dime on the front of my shorts. I was ...till leaking a little cum.Luckily I got rescued by a couple of Jenny’s rowdy girlfriends, who came up and dragged her away to meet some latecomer. I arranged the tail of my shirt over the wet spot as best I could and while I rejoined the party physically my mind was somewhere else entirely.Dan behaved as if nothing had happened. He spoke to me a. As she orgasmed again, her pussy squeezed forcefully around my dick. I continued to plunge in and out of her. I grunted and buried my cock to the hilt. With several blasts, I deeply shot my jizz into her."Oh, wow!" praised Sandra. "Wow!"I rolled off of her and onto my back. I gasped hard while I stared at the two naked teen girls. I was more tired than I expected because I really went at Sandra but staring at Sarah quickly calmed my body and my dick already began to react by twitching and. A manmade sound. I grope around the wall and feel the source of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the cuff of the shackle coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or cave or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to full blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more metal chains (or shackles). Something sharp pricks my finger, tracing down. "I am a cock sucker for every BBC.I watched as one by one, dozens of BBCs flashed before me, each of them so captivatingly enticing as I repeated the words as ordered: "I am a cock sucker for every BBC."Because I am inferior to BIG... BLACK... COCK.At the moment that was exactly how I felt. It seemed every BBC was much longer than my five-inch cock, much thicker than mine, and completely inexplicably, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. I know I sounded gay, I sounded like a faggot,.