?Don't you want to see what I have for you? Look atme... look at my black cock... you fucking slut!? his voice was hoarse withpassion and twisted lust... I shook my head violently and stared fixedly at a point on the carpet. Hishand reached out and grabbed at my hair, pulling my head up. I yelled in painand tried to pull his hand away from my dishevelled hair. He was too strongfor me and I grimaced in pain as he held my hair tight, holding me so I couldnot help but look at him. Mutely I shook my. I turned, smiled, touched, caressed, pouted, kissed, and the woman in the mirror did all the same things. It was amazing. I know, I know, we all look better when we look at ourselves in the mirror as opposed to how we look in real life, but for me, THIS WAS REAL. And I really loved it. No matter what anyone else saw tonite, I saw REAL. As I walked towards the bedroom door, my breasts started to bounce. I loved it, but I did not become erect, or even semi. I was soft, flaccid. I guess mentally,. It took some effort the first couple of times she got him down her throat. Swallowing his cock wasn’t easy, as you have to control the gag reflex.Lee had decided to treat it like sculling a ‘half-yard glass’ of beer. An old college boyfriend had taught her the trick of how to keep the top of the throat open while pouring, and how to let the beer run down her throat without actually swallowing.He had explained the lower oesophagus contracted automatically, and by forcing the throat open, it. She didn’t say exactly what we would be doing – hell, that would take most of the fun out of it – but she told us to make sure we were presentable and to show her that by arriving at her door completely nude, as mentioned earlier.“Alright, I’m glad to see you both shaved as instructed,” Heather began. She had us both standing in the middle of the living room, with our arms at our sides for inspection.Heather ran her nails across Jess’ pubic mound, confirming it was as smooth as glass. Then she.