I stood in front of him, my boxer brief' s still on and looked at him, he smiled, then pulled them down to my ankles. He smiled harder and said "nice ...looking cock dude, much better then my swamp monster" I laughed and then felt his warm, strong hands touch my knob and shaft. I started to harden up but he didn't seem to mind. He then cupped my shaven balls and nodded his head and said "thanks bro, I've always wanted to see what someone else's cock looked like, this doesn't me we're gay, just. But then, the fact I was here meant that my Master had already given him that permission.The Marquis did not react. I had expected an outburst of anger about my insolence, but he just seemed to ignore my plea. When the monk returned to take me back to my cell, the Marquis finally reacted. "Wait," he said to the monk, "Bring back Yolande."I didn't know whether that was a good or a bad sign. My fears were confirmed when my fellow prisoner was strapped once more onto the punishment device and. There is no sex in this story. sorry * Janet and I had been married for twelve years. We had been sweethearts since we were ten years old. I was never interested in college, so I got an entry-level job at Desmond Engineering, as a draftsman right out of high school. Janet and I were married a year later and the next year we were the proud parents of twin girls: Bethany and Brittany. Things were rough for the first few years, but we watched our pennies and everything seemed to work out. I was. " And on and on. Now she felt someone out of her side vision shoot his cum over at her, and then as the man above her, the man with no face, said "Yes, yes, yes!" she could feel gobs of come slide down her throat, around her mouth, dribbling out of the corner of lips. "You spilt a drop, bitch." And suddenly Henrietta was pushed away, reeling. She fell back into the pit of the Cum Pit and felt the layer of cum on the floor seep over her, into her hair, and yet another man shot a load of cum at.