She manages to keep most of him in, a small drip forming at the side of her mouth as he pulls his still stiff member from her lips. She swallows, lick...ng her lips and extends her tongue as she squeezes the last drop of sperm from his slit. "Mmmmm! That was as good as the preview" she says as she stands up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand."Was that the price for using your window to spy on your neighbor?" he asks, bending over to retrieve his boxers and trousers."Oh no!" she replies,. Some went on to be rabid woman-worshippers. I followed the family tradition worshipping money. And executive command. But Cynthia's changed all that. Still getting used to it.I mean, a girl who looks at you like that, pleading for help. You can't just turn her down. Granddaughter of my oldest friend, too. Damned churlish.She wasn't looking up at me any more. Her attention was rapt on my trousers. Her arm slipped from mine and traced its way across my tummy till her two dainty hands were joined. A mushroom head of an awesome purple shade glistened with precum seeping from the open hole in the tip. She felt him slip his hands and arms inside her gown to draw mother and man-child in a full frontal nudity embrace. It was a moment so erotic and powerful that she knew then she had lost what ever will she ever had to resist his advances from then on. For here it was, here he was, someone which she did cared about, who would share a love special and sweet and sensual, she trusted him and. Sometimes I had to wear a butt plug when I was across her lap getting paddled; occasionally she would hang a weight from my testicles when I was bent over for the strap. Soon after that, she heard from one of her friends that if the male is forced to ejaculate a few minutes before the discipline, he feels the discipline more intensely than if he is aroused during the spanking. That was when she added milking to the punishment ritual.She began by binding my hands behind me, and having me stand.