“You know how pets get collars?” she asked and I felt her velcro-ing a collar on to my neck, "You're my pet now, pet what we'll play it by the ear" she laughed and then something locked behind my head and there was a tug on my asshole, every time I moved my neck forward even a bit, the metal thing in my ass-hole would dig deeper
BDSM. I began squirm-crawling again, with my foreskin pulling back a little from its normal place on my shaft a little more with every inch forward, my sensitive insides were being exposed by the tent floor.
. The social dynamic among the local group of geeks in their little city was interesting—at Truliet, the private school, all their pals seemed to naturally gravitate towards Brian, while at the public school, San Michaels, Mike seemed to be the guy everyone knew, the axis upon which geeky circles of friends spun. She could always tell
“You know how pets get collars?” she asked and I felt her velcro-ing a collar on to my neck, "You're my pet now, pet what we'll play it by the ear" she laughed and then something locked behind my head and there was a tug on my asshole, every time I moved my neck forward even a bit, the metal thing in my ass-hole would dig deeper
BDSM. I began squirm-crawling again, with my foreskin pulling back a little from its normal place on my shaft a little more with every inch forward, my sensitive insides were being exposed by the tent floor.
. The social dynamic among the local group of geeks in their little city was interesting—at Truliet, the private school, all their pals seemed to naturally gravitate towards Brian, while at the public school, San Michaels, Mike seemed to be the guy everyone knew, the axis upon which geeky circles of friends spun. She could always tell
“You know how pets get collars?” she asked and I felt her velcro-ing a collar on to my neck, "You're my pet now, pet what we'll play it by the ear" she laughed and then something locked behind my head and there was a tug on my asshole, every time I moved my neck forward even a bit, the metal thing in my ass-hole would dig deeper
BDSM. I began squirm-crawling again, with my foreskin pulling back a little from its normal place on my shaft a little more with every inch forward, my sensitive insides were being exposed by the tent floor.
. The social dynamic among the local group of geeks in their little city was interesting—at Truliet, the private school, all their pals seemed to naturally gravitate towards Brian, while at the public school, San Michaels, Mike seemed to be the guy everyone knew, the axis upon which geeky circles of friends spun. She could always tell
