That's my cock on your lip, why don't you use the tip of your tongue to feel it a little more?"With that, Paul flicked the head of my cock with his we... tongue, still sitting on his lower lip."Would you like some more in your mouth?" I asked."Mmmmmmmmmm." Paul moaned as I started to slide my cock slowly into his open mouth.Paul closed his mouth around my shaft. He didn't have a great deal in there, but I could feel his tongue moving around, and the gentle tell tale feel of pressure as he began. Then a 24" spreader bar and restraints on my knees, forcing my legs to remain spread apart. He then grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees.As I kneeled there, in my wobbly state, he placed a blindfold on me, and my world went completely black. The next thing I knew, he was strapping my ankles together and forcing me backwards even more until my hands came to rest on the bed. Next he strapped my handcuffs to my ankle bindings. I was fairly secured at this point. The only thing I could. How about I pour a Bacardi Breezer for you and a white Mischief Vodka for me? (Generly Gujarat is dry state but I keep vodka always with me) I’ll do it,” said Puja. Puja prepared the drinks, but her mind was really on me. She had such a great time with me today, just being together, laughing talking. He’d sure looked cute, all bundled up in his winter clothes, those penetrating brown eyes of his peering out from under his stocking cap but it was thinking about what was under those clothes,. “And to drink, our bar is known for its ability to make just about any mixed cocktail you want,” Shirley said, with a great bit of pride.“Just bring us some soft drinks, me a Coke and Carol a Diet Coke, please? Thanks, Shirley.”“I’ll be right back with your drinks and I’ll put in your order. Should be about fifteen minutes for the food,” Shirley said and left.“Shirley GoodBuns. I’m amazed that college boys ... would be that way. I always assumed that college boys weren’t as ingratiating as they.