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Brandon began to comply, kicking indian off his shoes and socks, stripping off his t-shirt and removed his jeans until he was clad only his in boxer-briefs. Tegan waggled the crop at his underwear “I didn’t tell you to stop.” “T, I wanted to tell you….” Brandon began to object but Tegan cut him off again. “I said silence! Lose the underwear. You don’t want me to have to say it a third time.” Brandon again complied and Tegan pointed the crop at the floor in front of her. “Now come here, hands on your head.” She ordered, her voice gentler, waiting as he approached. When he was standing before he she ran the tip of the crop down his chest, lightly tapping his flaccid member then circling around behind him, running the crop down his back and playfully tapping his ass. She leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear. “Our safeword is ‘Morocco’. Repeat it.” “Morocco” Brandon parroted. Tegan circled back in front of him, placing the tip of the crop under his chin. “Very good.” “Tegan, I really…” Brandon began but Tegan placed the tip of the crop to his lips. “I know what you are going to tell me Brandon. You spoke with Yeong. You have a date with her. You are concerned about being unfaithful. Just nod if I’m correct.” Brandon nodded. “That is why,” Tegan continued “I am doing this now, before your date. We can have that discussion later. If you do not wish to proceed on those terms, say the safeword.” Brandon seemed hesitant but ultimately remained silent. When it as clear he was done thinking about it Tegan nodded and turned away, walking over to the polished dining table where a few of her recent purchases were spread out. “What you want?” a big dark guy asked. Thank you, Master!” she moaned over and over. She was a beige blur through the glass door of our shower. As the girl sat choking, tears welling up in her eyes, the steward knocked on the door and asked if I was all right. “I thought you worshiped me.” “Yes, yes, I'm your slut! And of course, he had the tail and feline ears. “I wasn’t playing with myself. “What do you take me for, squirt?” She indian lazily piped up. Everything was finally ready. What the fuck are you doing in Chicago? It had a bunch of handwritten notes for escorts and other quasi-legal services. “I was planning on wearing just this,” I tell them. Peggy pulled back, “It's so big. I began to fuck her slowly, listening to her deep moans become more intense. Hopefully, he would see it when it fell to the floor. “Dinner’s ready, feel free to grab a plate and heat up your taco shells.” I said. The car lurched. She puts her bag down and peels off her tee-shirt. She ducked her head to help them pull the loop over without catching the blindfold, then rolled her head back as the material fell away to reveal her breasts caged in their silk, strapless bra. "Oh shit, give me that dick baby"