But this time I feel my head being straddled and I smell pussy.. My face is buried and instinctively my tongue searches upwards and finds a moist op...ning. I lick for all my worth and eventually feel a shudder above me and an increase in wetness on my tongue.Suddenly a cock is thrust in my mouth and explodes in it. She wasn’t alone. The tape around my hands is cut and my hands are free. I vaguely hear a door shut. After some time I brave to remove the blindfold. My eyes take a while. " I'm so happy to meet you Mrs. Mendel. Your son may not have told you that he truly saved my life last week. The news of his injury floored me and I just had to come and see him." No, Millie, he never talks about his work. I only get second hand reports of his good deeds."I had to break in before it got too deep. "OK, OK, ladies, enough already! By the way Millie, thanks for the great cookies. I managed to stuff a couple of them down before my day went south."By the time I'd described all the. You learn to adapt, my new friends consoled me; pleasing men and avoiding punishment become your constant occupation and concern, they explained, and soon it seems completely natural, as if it were your sole and true purpose in life.Never, I resolved to myself, would I let that happen to me. Whips and chains might make me a slave, but I would never willingly consent to be the helpless sexual plaything of any man who could afford the use of my body.They also warned me of the particularly brutal. One of them had given him blowjobs (not as good as mine he said). The other was a romance that lasted for 6 months but sex had been awkward and occasional. He had rarely thought about boys except once with a friend when they had got drunk and his friend had tried to come on to him but he had freaked out and said no. Partly Johann had regretted not going for it. He had wanked every night since he met me and each time he had thought about being fucked by me. I was surprised by how candid he was..