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I suck his cock in front of everyone that is on the street watching. I suck him for about 20 minutes before he floods my throat with his cum. As I am licking him clean master comes outside and grabs my leash and leads me into the house and to the play room where I am bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross. “Sleep well Slut” is all he says to me and he leaves the room and turns out the lights. I am left like that covered in cum for the night. Arg, I moaned as I reached over and blindly swatted at my alarm clock at three am. Monday again, I hate Mondays. Mondays and my alarm clock for that matter. I wish there was a more pleasant way for me to meet a Monday morning but between the late nights and the Scotch I enjoy sipping I'm afraid I would sleep till eight. The truth of the matter is I could, I am the the owner after all, unfortunately my work ethic instilled on me by my father forces me to visit my jobsites daily to make sure the guys get off to a good start. After stepping into my slippers I face the same softcore conundrum each morning, coffee or a good morning whizz? Usually due in no small part to my raging morning wood, the coffee wins out, resulting in me dancing in place in my kitchen while fixing a cup and running to the bathroom for that whizz. At that point my morning ritual leads me out to my deck overlooking the lake. I spend most mornings out here reflecting, taking in the view and on rare occasions simply feeling at peace. I lost my mom when I was in high Big Tits school to a heart condition and my dad passed from cancer my indian senior year in college. My grandfather had built the family business from the ground up as a young man and handed it down to my father. My dad had vision and through that vision the company had grown exponentially during his tenure and naturally I was groomed my entire life to takeover the reigns someday. Unfortunately that someday had come sooner that anyone would expect. I fixed another cup of before dressing and heading to the gym, the next step in my ritual. After losing my parents and graduating, I married my high school sweetheart. We broke up during college at her request and reconnected while my dad was sick. With her legs so far spread, the depth and freedom of movement I got were amazing, and she was so wet and loose from arousal that I felt like my cock was almost swimming through her. Then I walked home.... Unfortunately, one of our male neighbors saw me sitting outside in that time and came up to say hi to me. I went red in the Big Tits face immediately and he quickly realized that I was naked sitting there. Her hips were driven forward and the air escaped from her lungs – Pierre’s wiry body had spun indian right around in a circle as he struck the backs of her thighs with all his strength. It was so hot. This was rock bottom. "I'll make you feel good, but you better return the favor though," she let me know before she let her tongue out. Norman said softcore indicating Greeson. Her thighs looked so fucking sexy! With a sigh, I left in the car and drove to the meeting place. “Mmm, but you do have a tasty twat, Dr. Elliston.” Her tongue caressed up my slit. Everyone laughed.