” she admitted. “Cool. Thanks.” I breathed. So, anyway, I think we were talking about…”“Sexual stuff.”“Right, thanks. So, it makes me ...eel weird with my feelings, and you told me once that it feels like I’m taking advantage of the fact you wanted it, even if you don’t necessarily want it now. Yeah?”“Yeah.” she replied quietly. “Except… like, never mind. I just… do want it now.”“What?”“Just never mind that stuff I said earlier. I do want it, and I sometimes initiate it. I was being… I was being. His cum was bitter and vile but I loved swallowing it for poor Fred because he sure needed that. I stayed for a total of about an hour. I swallowed seven loads counting Fred’s before heading to see Dawson. That evening, I thought about how much cum shot out of Fred’s small cock. He was definitely a “fire hose” and a “yogurt” man. That is the name I give to a guy whose cum is real thick and clumpy. As time went on, I would invent goofy names describing a guy’s cum. Other labels I have invented. I look to the side and one sitting next to me we make eye contact and mark opens my blouse more and nods to him, He lets go his cock and starts to play with my tits leaning over and starts to suck on them. Meanwhile Mark begins to rub my legs spreading them open he grabs one leg and pulls it up on the armrest exposing me to the men in front.He gets up from his seat and tells the men I am theirs.They all approach and one gets on his knees and starts eating my pussy I gasp as I breathe heavily as. On that note, I walked in.It was dark inside. Felling the wall beside me, I felt a switch andturned it. Lights came on. The sight I saw before me was astounding, anendless corridor with doors on both sides. This building didn't lookthis long on the outside. Each door looked like it was made of solidwood with a gold door handle and had a message "Think Exit to Leave"engraved on it. I turned around to ask the old man a question, only todiscover there was no entrance behind me. In fact I appeared.