My phone vibrated. Mike had always been sort of the group geek. Gay sex He’d be relentless. My worst fear was that the top of my thong would ride up my ass and my friends would see. He whipped out his cock and started slapping my face with it. My phone vibrated. I looked up as he held the phone in my face.“Arch your back and widen your knees. always… Instead, she looked me up and down, looked amused, and said, “Right this way.” My friends Johnny, Mike, and Greg were seated at a table in the center of the dining room. Lord Alex, I mean. The video where he declared himself to be my property, flexing his toned arms while handing me money. I sent Lord Alex another video with my caged nub out over the top of the jorts and twirling around to show him the plug. “You’re something else, slave,” Lord Alex texted. “Please take a picture with it down your throat.” “Need proof for whoever has the key?” he asked. “Yeah.” This earned me a slap that stung like hell.“That’s, ‘Yes, Sir.’” Mike said. He erupted three large spurts of cum down my throat and stifled his orgasmic grunt. “You better hurry back.
