I squeeze his balls with my fingers, and slide my mouth down his shaft. I stop where I always stop –a few inches down – then I go for it and push ...n until my lips touch his testicles.”She is not just giving me a blow job. She’s bloody well deep throating me! She’s never put her lips so far down my cock. This is heaven. And now she is bobbing up and down, coating my cock with saliva. It’s glistening with slipperiness. I’ve got to give her a sign that this is fucking magnificent, so I start to. We all have dark secrets and very often memories of unhappy events which we try to suppress, but they always surface from time to time. I was fortunate enough to go to an all-girls private boarding school near London. There was nothing nice or jolly about it, quite the opposite. The staff were all female and middleaged. We called them the she-devils because that is what they were. Walking evil, you could say. The only comfort we ever found at that school was between ourselves. I think there. " Perhaps," she said with a small smile. "But I am still curious. What do you See for yourself and for Agamemnon? The whole palace is thick with plots, and I have no doubt you are Seeing them."I opened my mouth to speak, but she stopped me with a gesture. "Tell me something else instead." She eased back from the window, fanning herself with her hand. "Tell me, priestess of Phoebus Apollo, He who is known as Far-Seer, tell me what happened that night when you rejected Lord Apollo? What really. He ceased all movement of his fingers and I started riding them to try and get relief. He needed to be sure that I was totally agreeable, he knew he had taken liberties and a bit of a chance and wanted to be sure I wouldn’t say he had forced me. He was also playing me like a concert virtuoso plays a violin. He now turned the tables a bit and said he wanted me to ask him to continue or he would leave. OMG, I needed him to go on, he couldn’t shouldn’t and mustn’t stop. I grabbed him and pulled.