.. you moan how your going to fill my mouth up with your hot cum.Sucking harder and deeper.I feel your body start to tremble... your hands pulling me ...arder... hearing you yell my name as you explode deep in mouth.You're hot cum filling it up.Sucking it all mmmmmm you taste so good my mouth slowing down...Moving...I stand up.Looking in your eyes...The water streaming down my face and body... staring deeply into each others eyes...The fires burning deep within them...You reach your hand. Ken cocked an eyebrow at her but she shook her head."Naa," she said, "you'd think I was nuts." Oh? Try me," he replied. "I'm a Priest, after all. I'm supposed to be understanding of people who are nuts." Gee thanks," she said dryly. "I just... well, I've been having these very vivid dreams over these last few months. I mean, at times, they're so real that I could almost swear they weren't dreams. And there's always this woman in them. Then, at the last ritual, I could swear that I saw her. My. I would be nude and bound under a bottomless chair, and Lavinia would put her luscious buttocks through the chair, relaxing as I licked her to three orgasms. If I couldn’t get Lavinia to cum three times, I was locked back up again and sent home, weeping, after of course she collected my $450 fee. But if I could make her cum three times, I was permitted to rub my cock (with my hands still bound) against one of the chair legs until I came Mistress Kashmira, a dominatrix I knew in Bombay, sent. A few weeks later Mike would figure out why Sam had no intention of ever giving up his meter job, and why he had refused several offers of promotion.Sam and Mike went out in Sam's pickup truck. There was a large steel box mounted on the back. The box had a lock and a circular opening in the top that was about the width of a liter soda bottle. Sam handed Mike a key and told him to open up the back of a meter. Sam extracted a metal cylinder the size of a soda can and handed it to Mike, and.