. deviants. Only seriously bent people would even consider wearing something like that. It was all ... shiny, slick, confining. Liz backed up to the s...airs. "You need to leave." She looked directly at the woman. "Now!"The woman gazed back. "It won't hurt to try." She closed with Liz. "Will it?" She ran the fabric through her fingers. "I know you don't want to be naughty." She smiled again. "But we're just trying new things here, and being a little naughty can be fun sometimes." She beckoned to. She couldn't hear the usual stirrings of her westside Cleveland neighborhood. Billy wasn't spooned against her with an insistent hardon; her bed seemed harder and smelled... odd. She didn't seem to be wearing her nightgown. And she couldn't move.Laura wasn't at home, and it wasn't morning. Her sleep wasn't the slumber that comes after a day of honest work and play. It had been induced with a careful blend of a fast-acting soporific and a longer-acting hypnotic, to put her out fast and to keep. I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey.You roll towards me. I closed my eyes and settled down. Even so I had wanted to hold off a little longer but I still felt like I was going to explode! So what the hell. This was it. I'd had enough! I told Lana, "Please!! I want to cum NOW! She toyed with me and asked me: "Are you sure?" I said: "Gawd, YESS!" The routine she had intended was to add stroking my penis when I was ready to cum. But instead, she leaned over and began sucking, bobbing and stroking on my hard, flooding penis. She must have changed.