...Through a fog, I awaken. I remember the weirdest nightmare about a game ... and being a slave ... and my son ... and the most mind-shattering orgas...m ... I can still feel the collar on my neck ... I still feel full. Then there is this delicious sensation of three tongues running the length of my thighs.My God! Propping myself up on my elbows I look down at my crotch. The first thing I see is my son's girlfriend, Tanya, smiling back at me as she licks downward to my pussy. Below her I see my. “Good answer,” he replied.Then he said to me, “Remember the word ‘Farmer’.”When I asked why, he leaned to me and said, “I am going to make you my slut tonight. If it gets too much, just say it. It’s a safe word and I will stop immediately, and the night will be over.”My face must have looked concerned as he held my hand saying, “Don’t worry I am positive you will enjoy it.”As we finished our drinks, he turned and said, “Shall we retire, my slut?” His words sent a shiver down my spine.As I eased. "Your name?" Jacky Wilson." Yes, he was checking her out, being careful, perhaps thinking this could be some sting operation."Well Jacky, let's see what you look like. Stand up and take the dress off." She obeyed, and had to admit she felt better showing herself in the sexy undies than she ever had when undressing for Jason. He looked very appreciative whereas Jason had long ago stopped even watching her as she undressed. "Lose the panties," he said, his voice harsh. She pushed them down as far. . One day Taylor was at Donnies house packing the bowl ready to finish the rest of the bag off. Donnie was in the bathroom taking a shit so Taylor knew he had enough time to check his thong. He put his hand down the back and felt the mesh triangle resting right above his ass. He moved his hand to the front a rubbed his hand over his growing cock. He knew he had to stop before his boner got to noticable so he went outside to start the bowl. Donnie arrived not to much later looking flushed. They.