Come on.'I felt her hand on mine, and she led me upstairs, to her room. To her bed. My head whirled as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Th...n I felt her lips, her tongue, on my erection and I gave up trying to understand women.Over the next few minutes she brought me to the brink and then down again, then I heard her strip the clothes from her body. She lay down, spread her legs wide. 'My turn now,' she said.I made sure I gave her a blow job she would remember. She writhed and moaned. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me ofwhat I was wearing and what I was denied, every time I sat down I wasimpaled deeper on her cell. Let me tell you about finding you,’ Lewis suggested. ‘Alright, but when you finish I want some answers,’ Jim agreed. Lewis told Jim the story of finding him in the cave behind the wall. He explained about the flame and the smoke in the room. After several minutes Lewis came to the end of the story. ‘Now for the part that you’re not going to believe, Jim.’ Lewis hesitated. ‘William and I think you are related to us.’ ‘Related? How?’ ‘We think that you’re William’s grandfather and my great,. Blood is blood whether it comes from a finger or a snatch, it tastes the same, except for the sweet aroma of pussy. And for sure your cock won't mind. If your finger was bleeding, would that stop you from choking your chicken?What are you afraid of? That you'll get blood on your lips and chin and forget to wash your face before you go walking down the block? Trust me on this, guys, I've done it and I love it. Still, there are some guys who just don't have the guts to do it, and that cuts down.