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Her penis was trapped in some sort of clear plastic chastity device and her small testicles were in some sort of clear bag that was pulled back under her crotch by a cord that went up between her legs and tied to the back of her corset. She knelt silently for a moment or two until the Mistress said, “Begin.” The clock started counting down and the sissy started lapping. She Big Tits evidently had a large, talented tongue– and a lot of practice– because it only took her about a minute and a half to bring the first woman to orgasm. The next took a little over a minute. That was pretty impressive, but there was no way she would make it pussy through all twelve in ten minutes. She was on her fourth or nice ass fifth woman when Shelly nudged me and said, “Your round. I’m paying, but you’re naming.” I looked up and realized that a waitress was standing next to me. “Something really big... and really strong,” I said in a loud, but shaky voice. “That would be a Long-Island Iced Tea,” the waitress said with a laugh. She looked over at Shelly and she nodded her head. “Long-Islands it is,” the waitress said as she turned to go back to the bar. I turned my attention back to the stage and was surprised that the sissy had only three women left to do and there was spanking just over four minutes left on the clock. “How is that possible?” I stuttered out. “Don’t Mistresses have more... control than that?” Shelly laughed softly and said, “Mistresses are women, too, Precious. We have been drinking and watching sex shows all evening. Booze may make a man less responsive, but it usually makes a woman more responsive.” She nodded back toward the stage and continued, “Plus, how long would you last if you were lying next to woman after woman who was being tongued to orgasm? The sights... the sounds... the smells... would probably make you pop even before slave wendy got to you with her tongue.” I could feel the wetness between my legs. She was right. I was almost ready to go over the top and no one had done anything to me... yet. Shelly’s voice then got very soft. “Wait until after you have finished your drink to answer me,” she began, “but would Teen Sex you like to go up on stage and do that to me? ... as my slave? We would have the submission and collaring ceremony and then you could give your mouth to me for the first time.” She patted my arm and said, “Think about it. I’ll accept whatever answer you give me.” I sat staring at her until the clunk of a glass being set on the table in front of me brought me out of my state of shock. Shelly had just asked me to be her slave! I took a big gulp of my drink and started coughing. There is no iced-tea in a Long Island Iced Tea. I could taste something very sweet with an overtaste of oranges and lime. I could also vaguely taste something like rum and over all of it was the taste of Coca Cola. “Wow!” I said as I got my breath back. “So that’s a Long Island Iced Tea.” I smiled at Shelly and said, “I may have found a new favorite drink.” “We’ll have to order those first next time we come here,” she replied. I just closed my mouth over the straw and sucked in another mouthful of my drink. Then a loud moan from on stage, followed immediately by an even louder bell caught my attention. When I looked up, the last Mistress was thrashing on the divan with her legs wrapped around the sissy’s head. There were still eleven seconds left on the clock. “I’m so sorry we didn’t realize anyone would be home,” she said to him. He plunged his tongue in and started lapping his precious little sister's juices. Silently I Teen Sex reached out with a gloved hand and carefully began moving the shards of glass. I took it, wasting no time getting it on. “Uuuunnnnn...aahh...uuuunnnnn!” was all he could say when his sphincter took control. I knew this man so well. "Wait up. That’s the way I like it! She was squirming all over the bed and moaning deeply. This one read, “If you want your job, you better text me back.” She immediately deleted it, throwing her phone into the passenger seat. Go clean yourself, take a bath," he said, throwing at towel You pull out your vibrator and some lubricant and hand them to me. I lube up the vibrator and then press it against your anus. “Yes Pedro; I bet that you are.” The other door nice ass is next to the big kitchen. The thing looked at the debris of its birth, and giggled. Guys, see if you can drive the SUV out here." Jon told me to spanking wear just pussy one of his T-shirts. Kitty was back and side she could take the other bath room and help, so Robert and I kept bringing the girls up to the pets. I paused and almost gave it up. “So, here’s the plan for today. His mom wasn’t there either, so he figured she was stuck at work. I want to look this thing over first.” “Yes!” she moaned, her pussy grinding on my cock. “It is a pleasure to meet you Julie.” Daniel said. “Probably not, the cat was moving too fast to leave marks, that's what was so funny, how fast it was moving while he yelled.” She rested the popcorn bowl on my thighs and returned to the movie, chuckling about how pissed the Big Tits wet cat looked. This last moment of hope being crushed by seeing that mind and body devolution before him was the end for the boy but just the beginning for Misa!. Her foot dropped.