I knew not to object or complain. All she said was thatit was time for me to move on to the next stage of my journey.Soon after we were on the road, M...stress blindfolded me and slippedearmuffs over my ears. I quickly became disoriented and had no ideawhere we were going. It could have been less than twenty miles fromMistress? house, or a hundred. We drove for over two or three hours ? atleast it seemed that long ? until I felt the car turning and slowlyclimbing a small incline. I remembered. One hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls as he teased me with his tongue.I shivered, my cock hard as stone as he traced his tongue back up the shaft to the head, then took it in his mouth. He held it there for a second, as if getting used to the feel of it, then slowly ran his mouth down my shaft, licking as he went. He got about four inches into his mouth before he stopped and came back up… licking… licking. I was moaning loudly.My first experience with a man… so far it was so much better. She would not be able to see anything after that, but she wouldn’t need to do.According to the site, it would heighten the experience. Lastly, she lowered herself to the sofa, feeling the vibrator move inside her. It felt a little more uncomfortable, but when she lay flat, the pressure eased again.Her fingers poised over the switch that would start the vibrator. She didn’t know what to expect from it. She had not even turned it on in her hands. Taking her courage in her hands, she pressed the. ’ Abby agreed with him, but her emotion stemmed from a different source. ‘For me it is all about my family. Even though they are all dead, I come here and connect with them. My emotion is finding a family when I grew up not having any.’ Mr. Brasher was understanding of her emotions. ‘I had a family, but rarely saw them. My father was a Diplomat, the scion of an old family, always away somewhere in the Empire. My mother consigned me to a Nanny from an early age, then to Boarding school, then to.