Or did I only dream I wassinging? My voice really did sound like a flute, and I lovedhearing it. All the previous days seemed hazy, hundreds of them... Today I seemed especially to be waking up.I dressed myself in my best Spring dress, a pink organza, and Islipped into moderate pink pastel heels, not an exact match but I'dgo shopping later for outfits that did match. That prospect reallypleased me. Then I spritzed my nicest perfume on me -- I did sowant Karen to like it! Bouffant had been. The red lights of several cameras around me are indicating that mysuffering and humiliation is recorded, and I know that he is streamingthis to his subscribers, making money on my sweet agony. The sensitivemicrophone above me captures my every moan and gurgle for my virtualaudience, amplified through the speakers, making me feel exploited,displayed, cheap and... sexy!The "session" is set to run for an hour, but I cannot see the clock, and Idon't know for sure how long I have left to suffer, and. ’ He had Ellie stand and he took great pleasure in removing the remainder of her clothing, leaving clad in only panties and heels. Then he joined her, removing his as well. ‘Do you like me?’ Ellie asked, shyly. ‘Yes I like you. Damn it Ellie, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’ ‘Oh!’ she gasped, thrilled at his words. He dropped to his knees, intending to pull off her panties, but before doing so, he thought of a way of making the moment more memorable. He smiled up at her, then. "OH God," he moaned, "Just wait till you guys feel this." He put his hand on the back of Martha's head to guide her speed and depth. His other hand slowly sank back down to the table where the ham sandwich slipped from his grip and fell back onto the plate. "This is worth a hundred lunches."The other four men stopped eating and watched the expression on the face of the man receiving the blowjob. Every lick and swirl of Martha's tongue on his cock was reflected on his face until his eyes rolled.