I liked things my way, but I wasn’t a dictator. Having Kyle in my life was making things more complicated. Gay sex I could not make heads or tails of what they were finding so funny. Since I was alone, I could afford to be vulnerable. My torso over him. “Kyle had a lot of great ideas.”“Matty came up with most of them.” Kyle smiled at his brother slave.“However you did it, it was amazing.” My praise is what they really wanted. Even slaves had the right to decide who they would marry. I had seen it at the start, and helped it grow. Having learned to pick up on my wants quickly, he languished on my cock, moving his tongue and lips on it. It was great, he was mine and I loved him. I pushed in and ground my hips around in circles, his breathing was restricted, but I had caught him practicing holding his breath.
