I stood up and yell, “You’re wrong, they are blue!” I then remove my shorts to prove it, then look at Grampa and ask, “Do I have to take em of...f?”He licks his lips, and said, “Yes, it’s part of the game.”So, I remove them and show them to Grampa. I’m then standing before him in just my t-shirt as I didn’t wear a bra. As I watch him his expression changes; his eyes lit up, he shook kind of funny, and grabs his crotch. I wonder to myself then ask, “What in heck is wrong with you?”He stops, then. Do you understand my little slut?” I was glad there was a blindfold over my eyes as they widened as I listened to her words. I nodded my head saying “Yes Mistress” loudly enough for her friends to hear.“Good slut” she chuckled. “Now for the rules. For every cock that you don’t identify correctly you spend more time in your cage with no chance of cumming. If you only miss 10% of the cocks that you suck every wrong answer will be an extra day in chastity. If you only miss 25% of the cocks you. We reached his Range Rover and he put my things in the back and lifted me into the truck. Mmmm this man is so damn SEXY!! And strong! Bryan noticed my pretty Canary yellow fingers and toes and complimented me on how kissable my toes were. "Oh yea? Well, kiss them right now!” Yes mama-was his reply. Some how by him devouring my feet it made my pussy jump. I could feel my pussy creaming and soaking through my lace thong.I was finally able to pry my feet out of his mouth. I told him to hurry up. He would ring me at work and ask me if my pussy was wet or not. Nine times out of ten he caught me when I had been day dreaming about our first orgy or about the upcoming second one and I would have to tell him that I was very wet, and why. Even if I had been concentrating on my work, when I felt my bare pussy under my short skirt, I would be immediately wet again and again I would tell him why. He would just laugh, tell me how much he loved me, and hang up. I was very friendly with a girl at.