No two are ever quite the same; and that's what I love about sucking them!A glory hole is the perfect place to experience the unique characteristics o...f a cock (and it's owner, too, of course)! I usually don't go out of my way to encourage a lot of chit-chat between myself and the guys that drop by my glory hole. It's generally better to leave the talking out, and just get right down to business. Talking can be, and often is, a frustrating distraction, but there are some guys who seem incapable. ”“I'm in,” Billy said.I choked, “Sounds fun,” as Missy wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock. “Great, meet me by the boathouse in twenty minutes,” she said as she jumped up and left us to breakfast.”Missy’s mom and dad walked into the cafeteria a few minutes later. It was plain to see where she got her looks and slutty style. Aunt Janis (Missy’s Mom) wore a short denim skirt and white tank top that was so old and threadbare, you could see her nipples plainly.“Hey boys,” she said as she sat. It felt amazing as it slid down her throat and I moaned and squirmed in pleasure. Her fingers tickled my ass. Jennifer came up for air and gasped. “Uh… mmm, I love you, dammit.” I didn’t say anything, just watched as she kissed and licked my cock. “Well?” Jennifer asked. “Aren’t you going to say something?” “That feels good.” Then I moaned and slightly repositioned my elbows. “That’s it?” Jennifer’s now wide menacing eyes stared at me demandingly. “That’s all you can say?” I cleared my. Danielle was holding a bag. She took out a razor and started to shave my clit. Once again terrified, but I had no choice but to stay still. She threw a latex material that only slightly resembled clothes. She barked at me. "You will wear this at all times, except when the master orders you to be naked, understand?" I nodded. "Now put it on, slave." I tried to put it on, except it was horribly tight. It squeezed my body tight and pushed against my pussy. It was so painful. But I dared not said.