I shook my head, “Not yet, Little Slut. Not yet.”She looked crestfallen.“You may drop your t-shirt now.”“Oh, don’t do it on my account!”... Tammi said, “I love a good floor show! And I’m bi-, so…please continue.”I looked at Sara, saw her blushing red, figured it was because Tammi was bisexual, so said, “Okay, Sara. Take your t-shirt off, and put your hands behind your back.”Sara looked wildly at me, then slowly obeyed, lifting the hem of her t-shirt over her head, then dropping the garment on the. "Well, I was always impressed by you Jaimie, I don't think you're going to disappoint." She told me. She put her head on her two hands and said in a quick, silly voice, "Show me." I became nervous. The thought of her wanting to see me take off my clothes was kind of a lot to take in. I would have never guessed this was something she could be into. Maybe she just legit wanted to see how I looked and I was thinking too much? Maybe she just likes to critique women, I mean, I like to look at them. .I put it in my mouth. My heart was pounding and I could feel my pussy leaking so much it was running down my thighs as I began actually sucking the bright ball.Gary began slowly grinding his hips making his cock fill my sweet young mouth as his moans became louder and deeper. He was now pulling on my tits like a cows udders and his other hand had found its way between my legs and he was fingering me with two long digits. I soon gripped his hairy testicles as I tugged furiously on the shaft. Well, they finally went away, and I was once again alone – or so I thought.A slight sound made me turn around, and there he was. My Master for the evening! He was a tall blond guy, around forty-five, well-built and muscular, dressed only in summer jeans with short legs, a armless T-shirt, and sneakers. He had a big smirking smile on his face. ?So, we meet again slave boy?! Immediately taking control, he started to walk around me, gazing at my chained body, while commenting on my predicament..