Harry shook himself mentally and brought his attention back to reality.Well, hot stud or not, no faggot was going to make any moves on his son. Harry ...urned toward the man on the floor and suddenly recognized him. It was David Johnson, an English teacher at the high school! And he wasn't acting like he was afraid of the beating he was about to get. He just lay there, his right hand firmly holding his still-hard dick, playing with himself, and his left hand pinching his tits. The teacher stared. I could hear her smile by her tone. But was completely unsure how I should feel about it. As my head passed her lips I knew exactly how to feel about it. It felt just as she had implied: Divine. Oh yeah, thats how you pray to me. Worship that cock. I said lost in complete euphoria. And worship my cock she did. Every inch of my dick was wet with spit and precum. She was switching at regular intervals between stoking my cock with both hands while sucking the tip and playing with my balls and. Somewhere during the show I exploded over and over in orgasm which made me quiver. It was an amazing feeling. It was not better or worse than sex with a man just different in a subtle way.There was an advantage in knowing where I needed the next sensation to be. Maybe that was what Sylvia felt. Maybe she had the overwhelming need to be in control. Well she wasn't in control at that moment. At that moment she had Peter's cock in her and he was headed toward his own orgasm.My circuits were fried,. From nowhere it seems 2 silk cords appear . He presses at your back , causing you to bend over the bar. Then he ties you in a way that keeps you bent and unable to move ."One final touch ,"he says ,and produces a blindfold and takes away your sight.So here you are ,naked ,blind ,and unable to move . Totally at his mercy. A toy for his every whim. He runs his rough hands all over your soft flesh ,sending shivers up and down your spine . You can feel yourself getting so wet that your juices are.