J.J. pushes her pussy towards my hand tied to the bed post. I stroke her clit, slowly teasing her. I feel my body start to tighten, and my clit is so ...ard. I'm overtaken by the biggest orgasm of my life as my back arches off the bed and its relentless pleasure flows through me. J.J. and Dave don't stop. I feel J.J. pushing against my hand. I stroke her harder, then push her body towards my mouth. She removes my blindfold and sits on my face. I suck her clit, licking her pussy lips. She tastes. “I heard about that. It’s a real-life thing kids hear about when they are hitting low points. To me, it makes me wonder if you are just a damn good sociopath or some form of equally fucked up in your head. They are damn good at making people believe what they want them to see, but it is all lies,” Tina told me.“So far, the head shrinkers haven’t found out if I am some lunatic hiding behind an impenetrable facade. I’ve talked to my long-time friends about it. They say I’m not crazy,” I told her.. It was a new and growing venture. My friends always told me I had “the touch”, as far as massages went, so this endeavor practically initiated and grew itself. This was a time in my life when I was still a free man, imbued with a strong spirit of freedom, unencumbered, not married and all avenues of possibilities were available to be experienced, explored and indulged in. My choice to be a massage therapist was a great way to be independent, meet new people and call my own hours. So after I. As the class d**g on she never broke eye contact with me and i tried sketing this gorgeous woman but kept looking her over and biting my lip getting more and more turned on thinking of all the dirty things i wanted to do to her as i slowly positioned my hand so that i could rub myself slowly i was getting so wet as the professor interrupted the class and said that'll be all for the day we'll review your sketchs tomorrow. I looked and saw I barely had anything sketched before i knew it sasha was.