His balls contract and as I get closer to the head I apply more tongue pressure and tongue like I'm licking a dripping ice cream cone. “OHHH God,”... he says. “You like that baby?!” Sandy asks. “I told you you would like this.”He starts feeling her tits and kissing her. I take him into my mouth, slowly taking a little more with each head bob. I work my way down till I have all of him in my throat and press my nose into him so he knows his cock is all the way in. He breaths deep and says “OH God”. The little guy wasn’t much older than Dean and he seemed horrified by Dean’s total lack of gear. Dean pulled out five Franklins and Dorjee just stared at him. When he added five more, Dorjee nodded his assent. When Dean asked about a hotel for the night, Dorjee just shook his head negatively.“You stay with me tonight. We must start early. I must purchase your gear before we go. I do not live far we can walk. The exercise will do you good.”Dean found Dorjee’s home primitive but clean. He found. I knew she had enjoyed beating Joe about his head and the two of us kicking him, so I looked at her "Same as always" I replied "Ready to serve me whenever I want" I added and I could see the twinkle in her eye as she recalled the session we had with Joe. "He still likes to be beaten?" she then asked. I thought for a moment and then smiled, "Why don't you come home with me and find out for yourself" I answered back. That was all it took and the next thing I knew we were heading back to my home. She shook her head, with that look of mock sympathy for the afflicted on her face, that she used to give me when I said something stupid, as a joke, and got back on track. She seemed to be giving this some thought for a moment, and then she said, “Hear me out here for a minute, Wayne. Now, think about it. Here we are, the two of us, right? Me in my room, touching myself,” and she paused, gesturing towards her room, “and you’re in here, in this room, you know, doing,” she paused, “whatever you,.