"What was that all about," he asked."Another road not taken hon," I replied."Well then lets get drunk." He said."I think mom will either drive us home...or rent us a room so why not. I'll drink to that," I said even though her bar whiskey was a far cry from my Green dragon. I had finally exhausted all my stashed dragon. I had just a couple of fifths left at the house, then it was completely gone. I supposed I could find the things locally to put together a still, but it wouldn't be the same.Even. ” It took ten long seconds for her to cave. “I’m sorry. It’s just that seeing you looking at me like some lab rat in an experiment is humiliating. I had hoped we’d become friends. I want to keep on with the training.” I got up and rinsed out the bowl and put it in the dishwasher. I had hoped she’d choose the tenure project but obviously her personal agenda trumped her academic one. “What’s next, Bree?” “I want you to go upstairs to your room and masturbate until you almost cum then back off,. Come here and eat my pussy,” she chatters.Lars climbs on the bed and moves his head between her thighs to eat her pussy, but first he kisses and licks around the area and her inner thighs. He breathes warm air right onto her entrance and she grabs his head to pull it in. Lars pulls his head right back off and lets his fingers trail to her cunt. He lightly rubs her nether lips and she twitches with the touch. She growls when her clit responds to the stimulation and slowly exits its covering,. His attitude toward my bondage was simple - once in, never out. We were both serious about this. For years I had fantasized endlessly about that click of the lock that would permanently “bind” me to my Master’s dungeon floor or wall. I even fantasized the collar or cuffs being welded or riveted into place. The bondage we were considering was permanent and we must both be very sure of our commitment. And so, during our second encounter, althoughI was required to strip before entering the.