. it was a bit embarrasssing because we don't talk about that shit anymore - it's the past. It really turned me on and I figured maybe it would be an ...interesting read. It's not one of those erotic or dirty normal stories, it may be a bit boring or whatever but anyway.. Read on if you got the time - maybe it will make u hard. On the first day he arrived to NY, I had to go to JFK to pick him up because it was his first time here. I wanted to look the best I could and it had been about 2 months. Walking over to Nissie, he helped her off the floor assuring her that everything was now ok. Shakily she rose from the floor and realized, just as Mark did, that they were both naked. Shreeking, she ran for the bathroom as Mark grabbed a pair of shorts much to the shagrin of the many female onlookers. The shorts didn't offer much covering as his 9'' cock, had been at full staff, watching Nissie run away.In the bathroom with the door closed, Nissie contacted her friend in the brothel or rather. I'm standing and she blinked as my pants and then shirt hit the floor, she started to stand up when I spoke. "Stay," I commanded forcefully. " Right there." She swallowed nervously and watched in anticipation as I stepped toward her completely naked. I stepped up to her, touching her ass with just the head of mu cock. It is smooth and wet and she moaned as I stroked her ass cheeks with it. I moved it across the round cheeks of her ass and up and down her ass crack. My hand reached forward and. ‘Anne also gave me some grapes to bring up here if you want them.’ ‘Eh, not right now,’ Master said. ‘Unless it’ll keep you from asking painful questions.’ ‘Painful questions?’ I responded automatically. ‘Like the ones that remind me that my parents like Anne and Kelly’s cooking more than they do me.’ He replied, as he absentmindedly tensed his muscles and squeezed me. ‘Master, you’re hurting me,’ I cried. He immediately relaxed his grip on me, letting me wriggle out of it. I had no intention.