I noticed the out line of his ass in his jeans. Every boy's ass I would see at school I would compare to John. I also noticed the outline of his cock ...in his jeans. I always dreamed about how that cock would feel in my throat, or deep in my pussy. Even after I met my husband, I thought of John. On my honeymoon, the first time my husband and I made love, I fantasized it was John pushing his rock hard cock into my swollen wet hole. I always cum so much harder when I picture John going at me.Our. ---The moment he was back inside, Brandon went to check the settings on his"tanning bed". Sure, it would give you a tan, but he had taken the liberty to addsome extra features. Now this is where things got tricky. He couldn't justbombard her with the "bimbo-particles" like he did a lot of the wannabe modelsthat came to him and volunteered for this. He'd need to be more subtle.Carefully, he started giving in values on a small touch screen. Skin tone: +10%.Breasts: +5%. Ass: -0%. Erogene. Steve looked down, and could see the look of lust in the sexy blonde’s eyes as she slid her fist up and down the length of his cock. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him, then smiled before taking the purple head of his cock into her warm, waiting mouth. Her tongue drove him crazy, flicking over the head and probing inside the slit where she could taste his salty precum starting to ooze.Steve reached down to hold her head, and buried his fingers deep into her long golden hair. She moaned. Her leather clad slave was kneeling beside her. his leash hooked to the back of Mary’s chair.Even the men had been brought to share in the event, although their participation was limited to waiting at table for the meal and dealing with the plates once they had been cleared away. This had been a treat as far as Bernard was concerned. He had managed to steal a left-over pancake roll while returning some plates to the kitchen and a fork full of noodles and prawns as a half-filled plate was.