Could you tell?”“You gave up after three.”“Yeah. It felt so dirty.”“So the 'being used' thing is only part of the story?”“Mmmm, I only...realised while I was doing it. It’s not sucking cocks that I like, it’s not even being made to do it, it’s being made to suck a real man’s cock. A real person is different, they sweat, they make noises, their body moves, they’re real. Those cocks felt unreal, impersonal. I felt dirty.”“Sorry.”“No don’t be, I’d never have found out any other way, and If I’d been. It was deep and rich and full and female. He struggled up onto the embankment and sat facing the river trying to see who had witnessed his ridiculous pratfall. There she was, out away from shore, her white shoulders glistening above the surface of the water in the pale moonlight.“Rebecca?” he whispered, straining his eyes to see features in the wan half-light.“Were you here to meet someone? Should I hide?” said the laughter filled voice. No. Not someone he knew. He had stumbled on a stranger. Mj had begun to laugh quietly to herself and muttered something like "this is going to be fun" Daz stood up to protest but as he stood Mj circled behind him and pushed him face first onto the bed. She quickly pulled his hands behind him and attached some handcuffs in a way that suggested she had thought this through and practised this move at least in her mind. With his hands cuffed behind laying face down on the bed Daz angrily began to protest " what the hell are you doing ? undo me now." Mj. Changes I like." We can't carry on like that here, on shore," he said firmly.She dimpled. "We're not on shore yet." You're kidding," he said."I don't think I'm ever going to kid you about that," she said. She untied her blouse and let it gape open, showing her teen titties to him."Not here!" he gasped, looking around quickly.She laughed and, holding her blouse together, ran for the ladder to the bridge. Looking over her shoulder she called "Come on."Again she was waiting for him, naked and.