It was my birthday, and I was pretty excited. There was so much stuff you could do, so much stuff you were allowed to do. JC sat down on the bed with ...me, and the mattress dipped slightly as he tucked his legs underneath him. JC was wearing a tight white tank top that had lace on the shoulder straps and around the neckline, which was cut very low, Gray boy shorts covered his bottom half, or as much of the small amount of fabric could cover him. I could see his taut tummy peeking out beneath the. " "Anything kitty? Do you know what you ask?" "Yes, please. I don't care, I need you. Oh Master, Fuck me please," she begged, even more desperately. With a promise like that, I couldn't let her down. I moved around behind her, shed My pants, and moved closer to her. My cock, already rock hard and throbbing, was just as anxious to plow into her as she was to receive it. I slapped the inside of her thighs to get her spread them, which she did willingly. Then I placed My hands on her ass cheeks,. Then I hear hissing, like water being thrown on a campfire.‘Don’t Move,’ the voice says. My body becomes still. I struggle to lift even an arm, but I can’t seem to concentrate on the thought long enough to make it happen. My mind swirls with panic and questions. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Or speak? I envision all kinds of bloody scenarios involving serial killers and monsters.‘Still your thoughts,” the voice returns along with the hissing sound, and they do. I try to panic, but all I can do. Take off that Sweat-shirt.” “Bob! I don’t have anything underneath.” “I smiled, that’s good.” Morgan looked puzzled, unwilling. “Morgan, take off the sweat-shirt. “ Reluctantly Morgan began her strip. Looking good Morgan.” Commented Josh. “Very perky, love the nipples.” “Josh nothing better than young nip’s.” Morgan, don't pout."Morgan started to walk away. “Hey where are you going.” Josh blocked her way. “Let’s lose the sweat pants.” “No, No Way.” “Morgan, off with the sweat.