.. black... Nigger scent... allover your countenance... over... and over... and over... again... andagain.. and again... pervertedly... keeping up som... kind of weirdrhythm... in time with His pumping thrusts... up your flowering... andby now... gaping little pussy... before sliding His hand... down toyour spit drooling chin... still caked with the sperm... thatdribbled... from between your lips... last night... after the lastblowjob you gave Him... your chin... and jerking it downwards.... " Okay," Emily sighed, appearing to give up. "You used to play it, though. Right?" I guess so, but I don't really remember." What?! You could have been anyone in the whole world! You could have lived their life for a while and you don't even remember it?!" I'll bet YOU don't remember who you've been," Tracy challenged, trying to deflect the spotlight."Sure I do. I was once this guy in like his twenties who had a girlfriend and a job and everything. But THAT wasn't very fun. Then I was like. I do like to run my tongue around the edge of your head, barely touching you but sensing the intense pleasure it gives you. I'll hold your tip with two fingers while I lick down the shaft, maybe give those balls some attention. What do you say? My head nestles up against your groin, giving me easy access to flick my tongue over your balls. Keep that eye contact with me, let me see how much you enjoy this sensation. I lick back up your length. Let's concentrate on that tip for a while. There's a. I feelslightly nervous as I do up my seat belt, and set off.. I don't think I'vebeen this nervous driving since I passed my test. Mistress Thorne howeverleans back casually in the passenger seat, occasionally reaching out togently stroke my leg... and smiling at the nervous reaction it causes.Naturally by the end I'm all hot and flustered again.. and regretting thedamn chastity belt. Finally, after driving back into the city suburbs, weturn round a standard leafy street and she instructs me to.