" Roger that," Rodney said.We found a waffle house on the way back to the motel. "Hello there, I think I will have a waffle and sausage links with cof...fee to drink," I said to the older lady who was taking orders from the booths adjacent to the counter."I would like two eggs with crisp bacon and toast. I think I would like a coke to drink," Rodney said to her request for his order."You spending the night in Joan's room again?" I asked after the waitress was out of hearing."She called on my cell. . Mistress, thank you for asking." Turn around. I want to see for myself."Brian stood up and turned for Ellen to look."Yes, not bad at all. You mark easily but you seem to heal quickly. A truly excellent combination in slave for a sadistic mistress! We can have more fun tonight!"Brian let out a little weep."Oh, don't worry, Brian. I am not going to whip you again today. Next week, but not today. No, tonight we're going to put to rest any notion that you can take me. Not quite yet,. ” Armisen smiled. He lathered his hands in oil and started to massage the small of Carson’s back--his nice strong hands callused and muscled. Carson’s body softened against the wood of the table. Even out here in the middle of the living room in a strange city with a stranger’s hands on his ass, there was nowhere he felt safer. He closed his eyes as Armisen reached under him, wrapping his dick in his long slippery fingers. Carson moaned into the wood. Mr. Armisen brought his other hand to. He undid my belt, struggling a bit with the buckle. I broke our kiss off so that the two of us could remove our pants.As I stepped out of my pants, Michael hoisted my golf shirt over my head. Dropping it on top of my pants, he grabbed my boxer briefs and hauled them down to my knees. As Michael lowered himself to his knees, my stiff cock, now freed from the confines of my briefs, sprang towards his mouth. Michael took the head of my pulsing cock into his mouth. With his talented tongue, he.