He cleared his throat and tried to recompose himself; he was acting like a teenager for God’s sake. “I mean, if you are ok with taking things to t...hat level, I’d love to as well.”Emma’s smile was nearly ear to ear. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” She leaned forward and started to unbutton his pants. Brent suddenly looked scared.“Um...” he said, but couldn’t continue.“What is it? You can say anything to me,” Emma said. She was now unzipping his fly.“I didn’t bring any, uh, condoms with me,” Brent. I had a somewhat steady girlfriend, but she went abroad that summer.Being 19 I was, it seemed, always thinking about sex. Loved jacking off to the 'Men's Magazine; I found in the guys locker room. I especially found the Frederick's of Hollywood the most exotic, because the lingerie, sexy heels, nylons and panties advertised was such a turn on for me.One Saturday, around noon, everybody but Charlie and I had gone. That day Charlie asked to clean the guys locker room. It was really hot that day,. He’s got a tiny penis and is a slow learner. Are you sure you want him as a shithead slave? OK, I’ll presume you still want him, so here are some suggestions that I’ll give you a hand with: #1 He needs to stop wearing the boy’s underwear…he’s not man enough. I say we have him go to the women’s section of Wal-Mart and buy some nice bright pink little girl’s panties.#2 I love your remote tit-clamps cock ring, but I know a thing or two about electronics, and I want to add a cock sheath that you. I had had my hand on his cock the entire time since we had started, and it had remained as hard as when we started the whole time. I needed to switch hands again, but a few minutes more of stroking up and down, and this time faster and faster, produced a loud grunt, and another drop of liquid on his cock head. I was actually kind of proud of myself that I could do this so well, that he came over and over. After his third orgasm, Marks penis began to lose its stiffness, and I was able to observe.