Was I jealous? Compromising with my own uncertainty, I tapped an imaginary watch on my wrist. "Just a minute," I tried to convey.Donna F. wrapped her ...hand in a strong grip around John's thickness. She pumped slowly with her mouth hovering above the target. Glancing in my eyes and then looking around the room for permission, Donna licked the under side of his cock using only the tip of her tongue.John squirmed and pushed against Donna F's mouth as much as possible while restrained. I floundered. Let me explain what happened and show You how i responded to my command.When i got home this morning Master i was feeling very slutty and incredibly submissive. It was one of those days when my body craves humiliation and pain. When i long to be sworn at, spat on, degraded in as many ways possible. i would be begging for more…… begging for You never to stop Master.i thought about what You said, that while i masturbate i should drink some of my piss. I’m not sure if this encouraged my. Even one drink at a bar might be better than none, I thought to myself. I pushed open the spring loaded entrance door. The place was empty, except for the bartender and an older gentleman in a grey trench coat, sitting at the end of the bar. It was a typical barroom that was sporadically decorated with Christmas lights and a fake tree in the corner. The jukebox was belting out Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” I stomped my boots to knock off the snow. "Come on in out of that cold,” said the. "So? He can't see nothing. I'm wearing panties." Carla dropped her leg back down anyway. "Besides, he saw both of us when we did the splits. How come you didn't say nothing then? I didn't hear you complaining either Jimbo, you like what we showed you?" Don't go getting me involved in your fight girls, I'm just sitting here listening and watching the two of you. You can't blame a fella for looking if it's put on display." But, did you like it?" Sure, what's not to like?" I liked the way the.