.. My name, as I mentioned above, is Peter -- or, more precisely, SLAVE Peter:I am the property of my wonderful owner, the beautiful Mistress Tina. A...nd byproperty" I mean exactly that: my Mistress owns me,body and soul, and has the total right of ownership to do with me just as shepleases... and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everythingI could wish for! I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slaveryto my Mistress willingly , and with full. Me: If that’s the case, I will take another room.Varsha: I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I have never been alone with a guy before. I am worried that I may lose control.Me: Control over what?With a romantic look, took my hand and put it on her heart and said, “Control over this.”Me: I already lost control on that long back.By saying this I kissed her on her sexy lips which gave her an electric shock. She was wearing denim jeans and a pink T-shirt. I hugged her tightly and her breast got. He’s getting into it, she thought as she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Suddenly he grabbed her hair with both hands and began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Susan suppressed any guilty feelings she might have had. She wanted to be fucked in the face by her son. God knows, she needed it. His a****listic grunting and her deep, guttural sounds fill the air and she realised he was about to cum. Suddenly, he pulled out. "Betty wriggled her tongue around the mouth-fucking prick, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in. She started enjoying this new gag, this cock sliding in over the top of her tongue and bumping up against her tonsils. The rub of his hairy balls against her chin added to her delight as well. She tugged her feet upward, pulling at the restraints holding her feet flat to the floor. Coach Robinson fucked his prick up until his cock was fitted all the way up her ass. Betty groaned, her ass clamping.