"Nnnnng. That tongue." he could feel his cock twitching a bit, though it would be some time before he could think about actually getting hard again.

When he was clean enough, the the sensations were getting a little overwhelming, he pushed John away, hard enough to make him topple over.

"You said that I don't have to. What did you mean, slut? Are you trying to tell me that you aren't owned? Someone with a tongue like that has to have a master, or an owner, or a pimp at least."

He would love to own this little piece of handsome. But it was too good to be true to think that he really wasn't attached to anyone at all.