Our friendship had changed for sure, but in what way I didn’t know. Would he pretend like us having passionate, loving sex didn’t happen? Could we...go back to being buddies? I didn’t know. I did know that I found his cum strangely addictive and I had trouble thinking about much anything else. Thoughts of his cock, the taste, the way it felt in my mouth drove me crazy. As much as I loved him bringing me to orgasm and how amazing they felt, seemed almost secondary to the pleasure I got from. By 'Telling' them what to do, it's not their responsibility anymore." "You mean it then becomes MY fault?" I enquired. "Well, there probably will come a time when she will throw it up at you that she only did it for you but the main thing is that they are then free to indulge in all kinds of sexual excesses without any blame because they where ordered to do it." "Oh I see. So it's just like giving them permission to be the sluts that their mothers warned them against becoming." I said "Well you. Her legs had lost all their strength and only the ropes holding her arms kept her upright. Her bowels let go and her blood-soaked labia parted to allow a stream of yellow fluid. The stream was intersected by a strand of guts on which it trickled down unnoticed into an ocean of blood and gore. Kelly’s father would have been proud that she did not shit herself, even though she had been starved for three days to ensure that didn’t happen. Kelly of course was beyond caring.Still conscious, her. At video player with pause still, nude teacher with her student fucking hardly . I had worried that she going to tell to my mom .At night 12 pm we as usual we sleep on balcony .I take the phone and gone to the toilet and I forget to close the door. She followed me I don’t noticed, she slowly heard the nice of fucking videos in the toilet she pushed the door.Oh man ,at the time I place the phone on bucket and doing hand job . At time she enter and at time the liquid come out from my thing is.