"I loved that style," Whitney said as she embraced me. "We are definitely going to try it. And I'm going to talk to Master Cho about how to integrate ...ater style with rock style. He will know." When I got home, all my local girls were there—well, Whitney and Rose rode with me. The moms had pizza for us and we sat around eating and drinking pop."Can you do without sex tonight?" Cassie asked me when we all headed upstairs."Honey, of course I can. What's up?" Mary and I want to cuddle," she said. We had a rope that we hung between two trees across the road when we wanted to be left alone and everyone respected that simple sign.Unfortunately, some years later when I was a young adult my father lost his life in an accident. My mother never went back to the camp; it just opened painful memories and she could not imagine being there without him. She was happy to let me use it any time I liked, however. My buddies and I would run to the camp for the weekend or on holidays to get away from. ”“Now, put it together, and describe yourself to me.”She hesitated, so I shoved my cock down her throat, forcing her to gag and cough again, then withdrew enough that she wasn’t gagging.“What are you?” I asked again.“I’m a slut, and a cocksucker, and a cunt,” she mumbled urgently.“Yes, you are. And when I check, will I find your cunt wet?”She nodded slowly.“Because you want me to fuck your mouth, and hurt you, don’t you?”She nodded again.Somewhat awkwardly, because I didn’t want my cock to. So she lead me up the stairs to her room but not b4 i had the chance to get a glass of ice we got to her room i said to her have u got any more stockings she said why dont u like the fishnets i have on to which i replied hell yes but i need 4 more stockings she got them and i tied her to the bed spread out like a star. Then i went down the stairs and fucked off and left her tied to the bed. So i fuckin did wot i really done was got some ice in mouth and went straight down to the huny pot and.