It was a videocamera and some sort of white tube. He sat down on the lazy chair and gave me an order:
“Okay bitch, first of all, you are going to take everything off again, except – just like last time – your underpants and socks, understood?”
“Yes sir”, I replied. He left the road and drove up to a house where he parked to car. I started sucking, slurping, moaning. Everything was clean and modern, like it was installed only yesterday. Swallow it.” It tasted salty, but I liked it. After five minutes he came, for the first time shooting his cum into my mouth. “Hello?”
“Hello”, a very familiar said. “Masturbate bitch.”
He took the video camera from the counter and pointed it at me.“Don’t worry, I won’t show your face and I’ll mix up the sound a bit” Then he pointed his camera to my hand, which was jerking off my own cock. “Sounds like you like it just like last time.”, he laughed. “To make up for your mistake you can start sucking my cock again.”
I eagerly bent to his crotch, zipped open his pants and took out his cock.
