“Fuck that ass, Tin Man.” Ed said, using the old machinist's nickname.“Oh my fucking god,” Bruce exclaimed as Theresa clamped her sphincter on... his cock, milking the cum from it. He leaned forward, rubbing her back, kissing her shoulder blades, his white beard tickling the girl.Eventually, he slipped out of her tight starfish and went to the sink to clean up.I pulled my cock out of Theresa’s mouth and walked over to where Marie was still trussed, Ed’s load still draining from her exposed cunt. . In fact the dimples looked as though they would fit around a .17 caliber round.I thought I would test my supposition and picked up a piece of wood. Moving almost to where the prisoner had been killed I put the wood under the area and waved it. Suddenly I heard the sounds of something hitting a barrier over the area. Looking up I saw that there was a series of barrels pointing down. Looking down I saw a series of baffles on the floor and when I looked through them I saw an open area under the. This room can be a shed, room or otherout door structure used for the purpose of keeping and confining theslave. The slave will not be provided nor is entitled to privacy in thisroom. The room may or will have methods to observe the slave by theOwner. The room may not have, nor is the slave entitled to, a bed,heating or any form of entertainment unless decided by the Owner.Article Seven (7) Rules:a) A separate set of rules known as Part Two (2) of this contract will beestablished for the. Not only that, but the more I showed off and became confident in my body, the hotter I got. My husband’s young wife was becoming quite the naughty little girl in bed. ‘Wow!’ was Roger’s comment one evening after a particularly rousing romp in our bedroom. ‘I’m glad you’re developing this new life, if this is the end result. I take it this is all thanks to your friendship with Missy?’ I nodded just before going down on him – again. Until that night, we’d never managed three in one evening, but I.