With a sense of utter amazement at her own bizarre and frightening behaviour, she carried the glass out to the kitchen and poured its contents down th... sink. Things were soon to get worse - a lot worse!Returning to her lounge, she opened the drinks cabinet. One by one, each and every bottle was opened and its precious inebriating fluids sent to join the gin and tonic on a long journey through the sewers to the sea, or wherever. "There'll be a few pissed rats tonight," she thought! Having. I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and said, "Sorry, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next." He chuckled, "You're a keeper." Wanting to add my number to this texting cock sucking club, I asked sheepishly, still on my knees, "How do I get on this text app?" "Definitely a keeper," he chuckled, before he said, "Text this number and the phrase 'Cocksucker available 24/7'." "Okay," I said, as he handed me an embossed business card containing nothing but the letters 'C.S.' and a phone. Tonight, alone under the cover of darkness, they would be free to fully express their love, in any manner that they wished.It was not considered a disgrace for a woman to not still be a virgin for her wedding, at least not according to most of the villagers and past tradition, other than the whim of Father Lankfred, who considered sex, even in marriage, to be a terrible sin against his stern and unforgiving God. Oral sex was quite common among the unmarried youths of the village, and this act. I cried and begged him not to call the police and attempted to explain that I had not tried to steal from him, and that he had packed the magazine in the bag not me. This made him angry so he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back causing my breasts to push upwards and forwards towards his hungry mouth. All my crying had caused a large section of my top to become almost see through, my firm young white breasts were almost fully on display, you could clearly see the dark areas around my nipples.