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Then I strip to my jock. Some nights, I turn off the lights. Tonight I feel like leaving them on. I carry my clothes and shoes to the stall, and set them towards the front so the pile is easy to see upon entry. I double check everything... yup. This'll work. I grab my sharpie and head back to the mirror. I have a true fondness for sharpies. I love to write degrading things on myself, especially in public toilets. I'm a bit of a toilet myself, and proud of my kinks.

When Officer Nathan had had enough of sniffing Emil’s sneaker, or, perhaps after he had sniffed and ed all the odor out of the sneaker, the cop placed the sneaker on the floor next to the hassock and leaned reverently over Emil’s black sweat socked foot. He pressed his nose gingerly against the man’s socked toes and Emil wiggled his toes, teasing the cop. “MMMMMMM…” was the sound the cop made. “How does that sweat sock smell, Officer Dumb Cop?” Emil asked mockingly.

Spitting into Timmy’s hole a few more times, Douglas exclaimed, “FUCK, it looks like your hole is literally sucking my saliva into itself. Your pucker is begging for what I’m about to give it Timmy Backman…oh fuck YES… Even though you haven’t cum in eons because you’re so obedient to whomever this online Master of yours is your needs are still there, and your asshole sucking my saliva into itself is living proof of that…HEH…”

They had a contract on the table. I would be trained as a house / sex slave, learn how to have orgies with their friends, fisting, double penetration, etc., etc. It listed lots of things I didn’t know. They knew they had me; I was struggling with money. They said, "If you aren’t sure, you can leave and think about it.

I feel I couldn’t resist, I feel helpless, and he now could do anything he wanted to me. He licked and sucked my shaft; he rimmed me into begging for his shaft to be in my hole again. He started rubbing his raw cock on my hole, it made me so horny. I was begging