She was giving head to this hot Caucasian man. the man had a nice white dick to. think he was around 8” or bigger. the women was having a great time... sucking on his cock probably, knowing. the others in the bar were watching them. My Husband wanted to have a smoke, so we went to the the smoking area. we got talking to a few more people again every Naked, or still wearing there Naughty Lingerie it was a nice summer evening in London. the smoking area was very private with brick walls on all four. Never in my life had I thought so focusedly and deviously before. Soon passages of exit, routes and the like shrunk before becoming non-existent. “What…what is going on?” She spoke in a voice was revealed her knowledge of the grave-ity of the situation. And that was the voice that I have grown to long and love.“You tell us.” Dave chimed in as he neared her. All four of the boys closed in on her, forcing her to step back, back enough for her luxurious and plump ass, wet and goosebumped to rub. When his hands touch my cock and make me hard,I cry, plead and beg. I actually beg not to cum; to be allowed a fuckwithout an orgasm at the end. This makes him laugh and my humiliationonly grows larger when I grow hard regardless of the fact that I knowthat I'll soon be in enormous pain. The fact that I can be in asituation I hate and fear so much, that I thanks to this man lead thelife of a completely and utterly subjugated slave, a shit eating torturepuppet, yet cum every time my torturer. “Okay then, those of you who just raised your hand please sign up over here and we will be contacting you.” These were the words of a luscious blonde at a Sexual Practices conference. With her hourglass figure and barely covered bulging bosom, she would get the attention of any heterosexual male. That was exactly why she had been chosen to ask those questions.My partner, Melanie, the blonde clearly in the question, and I looked at the two dozen contacts we’d gathered. We were graduate students.