I tried to pull his foreskin back over his cockhead with no result, it didn’t seem to want to go that far. I lent in and sucked up the tip and with ...y tongue, got up into that tube of skin and found his tip. He tasted of coffee and pre-cum. His cock continued to grow as I tried to find a way to give him a blow job the way I was used to. His hands were in my shoulder length hair, guiding my mouth over his shaft, then, with a gentle tug, he indicated he wanted me to stop.I knew what was expected. They rolled her over anddragged her arms behind her; the same type of equipment locked her wristsbehind her.Eddie bunched her hair up as Leo tied a cord around it making aperfect high pony tail of her blond hair, they pulled her wrists half wayup her back and tied the other end of the cord to the link rod, Eddie delvedin the bag again.Leo held her head up and pressed his thumb on to her chin, herfull lips parted then her extra white teeth, the black hard rubber ringlooked ugly as it forced the. I was on fire. I stroked what was undoubtedly her flat stomach, longing to reach below her layers of clothes. She didn’t move. I was on the right track.My hand moved down, down but wandering without a compass. If her torso had been the Mississippi River, my hand would have been roaming around St. Louis instead of the Delta. She said nothing as she let me continue my silly caresses of her lower stomach. She seemed like she might let me go further.Finally, she reacted.“What do you have there?”. She didn’t want to have hair in her mouth, and there was also the fact that Kate just wasn’t all that comfortable with sex. Kate lived in a small town all her life, and her values were quite conservative, more so than most of her peers at her age. She was quite a boring person, actually, and it showed. She had volume-less, long, blonde hair, and wore rectangular, red-frame glasses. She wore a similar outfit every day, either a long or short pull-over, knee-length black skirt with tights, or.