"Wow, oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck my nipple into his mouth."Wow, oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck my nipple into his mouth. He snatched at my other tit, clearly in breast heaven. It felt good to be grabbed, to be desired, but Jon interrupted him. "Sam, wait, let's do this better". Sam reluctantly disengaged, tweaked one nipple, and sat down. Jon snapped the leash onto the collar and pulled the silk strap back up over my shoulder. He started walking me around the room, I followed. Despite Sam and my lover's eyes following me, this wasn't too hard. I liked being watched. "Do something disgusting, slut". That was from my lover. It was the first thing he had said. I had been acutely aware of him watching. When I stopped to think about that, it made me feel very safe, very loved. I believed that Jon cared, too, but his tough act was harder to penetrate. I also believed that Sam cared, but probably cared about getting fucked, mostly. Jon walked me over near him. He ran his hand down my back, raising goosebumps over my entire body, and then pushed the straps down from my shoulders. Grabbing my breasts, he pulled me upright. |