Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she s...cks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's head, as if she was still with Karen. The bed still smelled of their sex. Catherine continued to replay. Sorry.’ ‘I very much hope so,’ drawled the Captain, flicking a final stinging slap to the middle of her left thigh and letting her gulp and hiccup her way back to a semblance of composure. Kitty’s behind and thighs were now of a shade much deeper and darker than any she had sported previously, she would, in all probability, still be somewhat red and certainly a trifle bruised tomorrow. Sitting would be uncomfortable for a couple of days at least. And this was even before his planned finale. He. But I also like this... this cock really turns me on.I find my nose has touched the wall, mission accomplished, I did it... but can i make him cum?My new goal makes me even more turned on. His thick cum squirting into my mouth... wait!That would take me beyond the point of no return.I pull my hungry mouth off of his shaft and I work on his head with my lips and tongue. My right hand strokes his shaft, and my left cups his balls.I could do this all night I think to myself.I think I could do. ’ ‘Or she,’ Janice supplied as they moved down the hallway. Miriam eyed her quizzically. Janice clarified, ‘there were women who wrote back then too. And us women have got our fantasies too, you know.’ Miriam was wondering when she had told Janice about the age of the book but was sidetracked by Janice’s suggestive wriggling of her eyebrows. A playful swat on her arm put a stop to it though. ‘Not all of us are obsessed with sex.’ ‘Sure, you keep telling that and I may even believe you one day.’.