Daddy’s Poker Night Fuck Toy
Part 2
Continued from part one
I still laid over the bed as the next person walked towards me. It took me a moment to realize that there was more than one set of footsteps. I didn’t turn my head to look, as my role as a fucktoy prohibits it. I gazed forward at the other side of the bed until a familiar man appeared in my view. It was Marcus. He is Daddy’s best friend and someone that’s fucked me many times before.
“Look at you! You are in quite the vulnerable position aren’t you?” Marcus said, laying down on the bed. He was the standard tall, dark and handsome man. He had striking brown eyes and a constant never-ending shadow on his handsome face. His wife and he were swingers. She was a very good friend of mine and knew that he came here sometimes, of which he was allowed.
“You may look at me!” Marcus said, turning his body towards me. He had on a pair of jeans, but nothing else from what I could gather. He was shirtless and had no socks or shoes on. He reached across the bed to grab something.
He bent down and unlocked the keys on the cuffs. He rubbed my wrists as he did this. Marcus was very dominant but he was also tender when he needed to be.
“You are going to need your hands free!” Marcus said, winking at me and looking down at his zipper. This told me that…
