They seemed to have little in the way of necks, with their heads nestled into rounded shoulders amidst a thick ruff of fur or feathers, I wasn't sure ...which. All this I saw as bits and pieces only, as the Tibu wore thin lizard skin leathers over most parts of their bodies.The two Tibu who met us rode beasts they called Rul — which I learned much later, meant 'ridge runner' in the language of the Tibu. It was an interesting language, more for what it wasn't than for what it was. I did not know it. He was frustrated and kept humping away wildly. Angela squatted down and rubbed herself as she watched. Finally Berny gave up and pulled out. Marie squealed again. She was still moaning even though he had withdrawn. Angela grabbed him and redirected his back to Maria and this time he found what he expected. Maybe his frustrated translated into extra action but when he rammed his cock into Marie’s pussy he growled as if to signify he was in charge. This time, as Marie moaned with pleasure, he. "Please, Bob! Let go of my balls! That hurts." As Bob released his grip on my balls a smirk began to creep across hisface. "You're a bootlicking faggot, aren't you!" "No, Bob! No! I'm just trying to shine your boots the way you want." Bob's grin widened: "With your cock at full attention like that and myboot in your mouth! I don't think so!" It looked like my "dirty little secret" was out in the open. I was atBob's mercy. As various scenarios raced through my mind Bob commanded:"Give. I am not sure how I managed to not explode in my panties right there and then. After about 20 seconds my Master presses on the remote again and the vibrating slows down again but it is still going at about half speed. I can feel my panties getting wetter by the second now and my cock is really excited tucked into my panties between my legs. My Master looks at me and says, “You better eat up sissy.” I am desperately trying to eat and remain as calm as possible. Every time I lean forward to take.