The same trick. She tied my hands, closed my eyes and tied me to the bed. She then ranned her soft hands over my body rubbing her beautiful skin over ...e, she took hold of my rod with soft hands and started caressing it,Shaking up down. No one can hold this carasing for to long and I was desperately wanted to get this over though I enjoyed it like anything. But it was a sexual torture. My hand were tied. My precum covered my Rod. Rati started licking, sucking and violently sucking my rod.This. . it was something deeper..." Katechanged lanes and pulled ahead driving far ahead of a semi truck and waved tothe woamn driving the massive rig and it sounded off with a loud fog horn. "Who was that ? " Sam was slightly thrown off his mental train of thought asthe bellowing trumpet echoed through the tightly insulated compartment. "That was one of my old patients... now.. back to your story, it sounds likeyou were envious." Sam loooked a cross between angered and shocked " Envious? of Cynthia. Oh..." Right then I got an idea. Jumping up, I grabbed our digital camera. I wasn't very gentle when I ripped it out of its case. She was surprised by my sudden departure, and maybe a little disappointed. She probably thought I wanted to get her to pose for me, and she's not usually comfortable with that. But she seemed delighted when I said, "Take my picture.", before returning to my oral play. She aimed the camera so that it could focus on my face in her twat. (FLASH) She captured the lower. He just said she looks like a slut.”Suddenly we were at the door to the Art room and Jenny Christie was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a stretchy red top with a deep scoop neck. She had her arms folded under her magnificent boobs. Her collection of tits and cleavage and nipples spilled out of her arms as she leaned down, sneering, and said to Russell: “Who looks like a slut, Mr Lane?” My anger vanished as I gawped at her yawning cleavage. My sleeping, dreaming self became vaguely.