I feel your body tense and you moan. “Pet, are you ready to drink my bladder?" Without my mouth leaving your cock, I murmur, “Yes, Master." You ar... silent as you begin to concentrate. You want to release one fluid, not both. I begin to suck the whole cock, slurping loudly, with my head bobbing and my ass swinging. "Just the head!" you beg, through a strained voice. But I do not listen and continue my violent assault on you. I can feel you get ready for total release. Once I start, I cannot. After a while, I went out to the kitchen and there was Anita arranging some hors d'oeuvres on a tray."Conrad, here's something just for you," she said sliding an envelope into the inside pocket of my jacket. "For all the hard work you've done," and she leaned up to give me a soft kiss on the lips.I thanked her and got myself another beer and went out to circulate among the others.Later that night, as I went up to get ready for bed, I slipped off my blazer and, there was the envelope. I took it. Was Jim trying to make me see that? It didn't seem so to me, but I knew by now that Jim could be very subtle.Anyway, after playing that silly poker dares game and feeling so horny without any outlet, I finally jumped Jim's bones, not caring one whit that Wendy was watching me!I felt a certain freedom with Jim that I never felt with any boy since I left junior high. I felt like the old Shirley, the one that would show her pussy on a dare, the one that would wear a blindfold and kiss anything. I turned to looked at her and my jaw just dropped, my God, she was gorgeous. She must have been created by the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, she was a vision of beauty and loveliness. ‘I’m sorry what did you say?’ ‘Oh nothing really. You just look like you’re lost in a different world,’ she giggled. ‘Sorry, I was kind of lost in my thoughts I guess,’ I said. ‘Well hello then. My name is Sharon Summers,’ she said. ‘Hi Sharon. My name is Herrmann Thomas Wright, but everyone calls me Tom. Well,.