I rubbed them more..Till they were nice and hard.I unbuttoned her blouse..Kissing her..She threw it away pulling my hair..As I kissed her neck..Lickin...g it all over..Till her ears..Biting her ear lobes.She was moaning louder now. I continued licking her down to her cleavage and sucked on her right breast. Her breast were of medium size..Around 34 but nice and round. I unhooked her bra and let the breast jiggle..They had become tender and the tits were hard. I sucked them both as she offered them. By that point, I was good at what I had been taught to do; after all, I’d been beaten often enough to understand my place in life. I’d been handed around a few of Master’s friends, and a group of them they liked me. They liked me so much that they pooled their finances and bought me. That was a year of pure hell for me, and I even tried to commit suicide twice. For my pains in trying to end my misery, they whipped me with a telephone cable, making me count the strokes. I got two hundred. Rushing into the toilet stall, Joan lifted her skirt. Her piss poured out."Oh, my God," she giggled, remembering her panties were on the floor in the choir loft, and then sighed with relief as her bladder emptied. Her hand went between her wet legs and she sighed again.What Joan didn't know, was that her soiled panties weren't on the floor in the choir loft; they were tucked snugly inside the breast pocket of the preacher's coat.After she had finished, she continued to straddle the bowl, her. We paid our tab and heading out to Marie's car. I sat in the back with the two woman look back from the front. I wasted no time, pulled my pants down revealing my hard cock. Marie was beside herself couldn't believe this was happening. Belinda started telling to stroke it. That I did, Marie didn't know if she should watch or not, Belinda couldn't look away. Before I knew it Belinda laid the seat back and got a closer look. Marie is blown away, not sure what to do, looking around nervous..