..it was warm enough to remain uncovered. The cool evening air caressed his skin like the fingers of his Prince often had. Not a moment or two after... his head met the straw and fur of the bed did his eyes close and he drifted off. Sir John dreamt that night. A similar dream came to him every night. The situation was different each time but the participants (the characters in the dream) always remained the same. In every dream it was the Prince and Sir John...alone.In this dream Prince. He is groomed tight but manly, has clusters of bulging veins on either side of his shaft and a big full head that his foreskin can barely ever contain. I’ve never seen a better cock!I peak up at his face, he is laying back but propped up on his elbows just enough to get a good view. I maintain eye contact as I take three wide, wet licks up from his balls to his tip. I close my lips around his tip and gentle suck while I swirl my tongue around him.I use my lips to cover my teeth and begin to bob. Absentmindedly my hand has worked its way down to my legs; I’m stroking my exposed thigh. As I reach I bus-stop I stop to roll a cigarette, and as search in my bag for a lighter I realise I have one of my small vibrators with me. I had slid it into my handbag last night when my housemate walked into my room and nearly caught me playing with my pussy. I took the small vibrator into my mouth, licking round the tip warming it, thinking of the cocks I had turned on all night and then reached and. ”I looked at him aghast. He was taking me out on his bike without any clothes? He just looked at me with a challenge in his eyes that spoke clearly, ‘did you submit to me for sexual situations or didn’t you?’ I took a deep breath, returned a look of acceptance, lowered my eyes and went to the bedroom to check my makeup.Tim was waiting for me in the kitchen when I returned. The guys were already outside. Tim gave me a hug and kiss and expressed how proud he was of me for how the evening had.