Our sessions are a bit different than most. More talking and laughing than play. My Slut Boi talks excessively more than any other slave I have EVER h...ad. Sometimes I just shut him up by gagging and mounting him even though I mostly enjoy his subject matter. His intense “stories” never bore me. My Slut Boi has a diverse and interesting background; he has experienced success in various aspects of his life and is very generous within his D/s relationship. My Slut Boi has accused me of being a bit. Sometimes it would just spurt out and leave a long gooey stream from the head to the floor until his cock would jump and break it. Daddy would take the tip of his finger and use his precum as a natural lube, slowly doing circles along the sensitive line that ran down his shaft and crossed his sack. It was the same movement that I often gave my wet slit before I stuck my finger inside me. I knew exactly what kind of feeling daddy was giving himself. The hot fluid from inside my pink hole was. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, whatever staff showed up for work that morning was requested to come into the board room. Mr. Anderson stood at the head of the table with an older gentleman. The white-haired, blue-eyed man wore a suit that Nora could tell was tailored to his body. And what a body, he was over six feet tall, broad shoulders and chest, no waist, no hips, no ass. His torso made a perfect V. His face was kind, and he had an absolute air of confidence about him. His face was. He led her into the room, there was sensual music in the background, and the room was nice warm. She could smell his aftershave and that it was a mans apartment. He left her in the middle of the floor, and said:“Turn around slowly, I what to see all of your beauty!” Then she was aware of his hands searching gently all over her naked parts, she was trembling under this treatment, it was as if the blindfold had made her more sensitive and every little thing was much stronger.Feeling his hands.