I placed her left hand on Ian’s crotch and the other on mine. She began to rub us and I began to feel het breasts, I encouraged Ian to do the same.W...e both began to kiss her and it was obvious she was turned on. Not wanting her to cum too early Ian and I stood up, me behind him and I started to undress him, facing Joan. I undid his shirt and after removing it i began to play with his nipples.He was squirming as I undid his jeans and pulling them down exposing his member to Joan’s view. She had. Right now I would probably do anything he asks of me and it scares me and excites me in equal measure. "Your place," I croak through my closed up throat. He smiles warmly and strokes my cheek. "It's okay little one. I'm going to make you feel so good." His words and touch soothes me. I relax and feel safe. I know deep down he won't hurt me. As we pass the booth my friends are sitting in, Trisha smirks knowingly at me, but I don't care. The rest of the night is not about them. It's just about. “They are twelve years younger than us,” he explained as he scrolled through some more pics of them. “You have my complete attention and my my approval honey,” I whispered vey aroused as I ogled pics of them naked, though flaccid, then both with roaring erections as they sucked each other’s impressive cocks. “This is our first time with two men honey, so oral sex only, no fucking,” I tell him. On Saturday at two-thirty I am a little apprehensive, though excited as I am about to fulfil one,. I was told to look down and only speak when I have been given permission to speak. The beauty of the slaver is impressive. She is a petite brunette styled as a pixie cut. She wears a slavers uniform of light blue with gold trimming. The outfit is very tight and accents her figure.. Her tits are pointing straight out at me. I just want to grab them. Her skirt is very tight and just watching her walk is a joy. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt.