" but Jared quieted down as he saw Tim unzip his pants. As Jared gazed, mesmerized as he'd always been by his foster brother's cock,Tim pulled his nin...e inch member out, and it was quite hard. "Goodness it'sa big..." Tim interrupted Jared's remark by shoving his cock in Jared's mouth,and Jared licked and sucked the long, tawny thing that he'd missed for thelast two years. It had seemed to Jared over the past decade that Tim had constantly been takenfrom him--sent to mental hospitals, drug rehabs. No matter how turned on breath play made her, the subconscious part of her mind knew to it was in trouble. Patiently, and without a word, I ran my fingers over skin to let her know I was still there. I had no need to touch her sex yet. She was succumbing to her fetish like an addiction, and I would let it her rule her until she begged me for more.At the fifty-second mark, her breath failed and she exhaled, causing a white bubble to form in the cap. Sucking it back in, the rubber outlined her. He said nothing.Rose knew that she deserved to be punished. She had, after all, lost, and because she had lost,Master had lost face among his friends. But it wasn't the first time that she had lost a match. She had fought other slaves before and although she almost always won, she had lost before. When she had lost, Master had punished her for losing as was proper.... but not like this. Onceshe lost because she was careless and not paying attention to the match, and he had publiclywhipped. After that, she would take the next thirty minutes, I know because I timed it once, ever so slowly applying suntan oil to every inch of skin on her body she could reach. Then, she would lay on the chase lounge with her legs toward me, first on her belly for about an hour. Next, she would turn over and lie on her back for another hour. The entire time she lay there she would have her legs spread just enough to give me the most agonizing view of her glistening pussy. And there are two reasons.