” She smiled at me and I relaxed a little. Master sat across from me finally. “What’s wrong? You’re flushed, puppy,” he said to me. I reflex...ively looked back at the waiter, who was in the kitchen. “It’s nothing, Master,” I lied. “Well, I know it’s not nothing, slut. What’s the matter?” I leaned in to Master and whispered that the waiter had grazed my breast. “And how did you feel when he did that? Did you like it? It's okay if you did.” “No, Master,” I lied again, but my voice had jumped an. She has such nice, round tits.”I reached up and tweaked her right nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “I’m pretty happy with your tits,” I said.She squirmed slightly, then slid her hand onto the bulge forming in my boxers. “Hers are a lot bigger,” she said. “You don’t want to see them bounce?”I slide my hand along her belly and into her panties, stroking her soft pubic hair. “I’d love to see them bounce.”She toyed with my cock through my boxers, her lean fingers deftly tracing its. ”Jake came over to the bed and pushed her backwards until she was lying on her back. Then he plopped down beside her and propped his head on his elbow. His other arm was across her waist. She looked up at him and sighed.“That’s better. Maria Thornton raved about you last night, she said you are so handsome and mature she wished she were younger. If you play your cards right she would take you to bed in a heartbeat.”“I think she probably would, but I don’t know if I want to get involved with. My fascination was already starting to turn to obsession. The man was merely the source of the fluid I loved.My next target was an older man, well older to an eighteen-year-old. He must have been all of twenty-five. I came across him quite by chance; he was sitting in his car watching a ladies' netball game. All those long limbs and tight shorts showing bum cheeks and camel toes. I was walking past when I saw his cock was in his hand, and he was slowly wanking himself.It was a spur of the.