"Oh yeah babe, you like having your cock stroked in front of this girl, don't you?" asked my girlfriend"Yes" I replied staring at Jill the whole time....Jill sat transfixed on my cock, watching Jen's little hand run up and down my mighty thick shaft with all it's bulging veins and occasionally cupping my big hairy balls."Hey, Jill you want to touch a big thick cock?" asked Jen after a minute or so.Jill sat staring for a moment before replying "Oh no, no, I couldn't, I shouldn't.." "Oh come Jill,. To say I was terrified was an understatement; I was so scared she would tell everyone about my perversion. Days, then weeks passed and nothing happened. Whenever I met Abbey she would snigger at me but never bought up the day she caught me. I wondered why she had the ultimate degradation to inflict on me but didn't. Then it dawned on me, she was older that me, she had humiliated me, she should have known better and more importantly, what she did to me was wrong.It was then I hatched my plan.. Amelia Greburn stretched and yawned. She looked utter relaxed. Babbette could not truly have done a bad job. I went across and put on her collar and chain. She shuddered again.“Up, slave,” I ordered. She stood and then I led her to the door. “Good afternoon, Ma’am.”“Good afternoon, Conrad.” The door closed behind us. I led Babbette along the corridor and then down into the slave quarters. We entered her cell. The other occupant was absent. I removed Babbette’s collar and then squeezed her big. It was time to take action. She sat up in her bed and thought of a way to take care of the hefty rod.The regular ritual ---11---Edging ---10---Musterbate ---8---Blowjob ---9------8---“Nothing beats the good old hand-job,” Sam thought to herself. It was true, a cock like hers was big enough for two hands to work on it. She reached for the foot-long shaft and wrapped her soft fingers around it and got to work. Up and down the fingers slid along the pulsating cock, at times soft and at times.