When he finally let go of my hair I fell back against my car.“Thank me for using you, depraved whore.”He offered his cock to me once more and I br...athlessly thanked him before licking what residual cum was left on it and cleaning him. That’s when I heard his camera shutter go off and I groaned in dismay. That feeling was short lived as he told me to make myself more presentable and I compiled without hesitation.As he took several photos of me licking my fingers clean of cum and scooping it off. In the middle and very heart of this town was a school. The name of the school's main structure was the Community Building. I went to school there from the 1953 to '59. By the sixth grade, before we moved away, I had been literally every place in the school, except one. It took me a full fifteen years to finally see that one last place. No, it wasn't the girls' locker room; I'd seen that in fifth grade!In the last year of graduate school I made a pilgrimage to my boyhood town. I figured that it. Breaking away from me, Connie urged, “Let’s get the rest of this done first, then we’ll have time to make love again.”I reluctantly asked, “What’s left?”Squeezing my hard-on through my soaked shorts she revealed, “We still have to clean the grate on the grill, put table clothes on the tables and bring out some of the table-wear. So come inside with me to grab all the stuff, and then you can focus on the grill while I set up the tables.”“Okay,” I surrendered, as I was pulled to the kitchen by my. .. it was very, very stiff... he had to force his head up and hold it there while he put it on himself... this posture collar was not part of the maid uniform... it was for the milking harness... (He had a different collar for the maid uniform... it was white leather with "D" rings all around)He went and picked up the footwear. They were high heeled black patent leather boots with a steel insert that cause him to stand on his tip toes... they were very stiff... he sat on the bed... he took some.