" Ach, you big meenie!" she screeched playfully and started tickling my side which caused me to jump and Niamh to gasp loudly. "Oh, sorry." No, do it ...again!" Niamh demanded. Leanne did and I jumped again causing a delighted squeal from my rider."Oh— oh— oh— Martiiiin!" Niamh screamed one last time and I felt her interior muscles clamp down tight on me. That was all she wrote for me and we both froze in the rigor of release as I pumped my seamen inside her and she shook and shimmied on top.. Rules for the Subs:1. If you want to be owned for the duration of this story, simply say,'I am MIstress Dyvia's property until my next orgasm.'2. I like my subs, slaves and pets marked. If you have it, red lipstickand green eye shadow for the holiday theme this year. If you don't, youmay use red and green markers to write on yourself, 'I am the property ofMistress Dyvia' over your genitals.3. Keep yourself aroused during the story, if you need to pause to findyour arousal, you must.4. You. God, I want his mouth down there...but I say nothing, just touch his genitals when he sits on the bed next to me. I start moaning when I feel his cock growing hard for me. "Oh, god," I whisper, aching to feel him inside of me. Kissing his mouth, I start unbuttoning his shorts, feeling so aroused by his hard on. And when I pull them off him, my hands find his balls. My fetish is balls. I love the smell and feel of them, especially his, so I just sit there, rubbing those sexy things and yearning. Emma had definitely been avoiding looking at her brother. She was still trying to process everything that had occurred this morning. She couldn’t help but notice as he took off his shirt, how well toned her brother was. He wasn’t an overly muscled lummox like most of the guys in college and back in her high school were, or were desperately trying to be. He looked lithe, muscular but not bulging.Suddenly aware that she was ogling her brother, she turned and concentrated on her book. A few.