I understood the spanking fetish - well, maybe I didn't, but it was fairly common - but it appears her desire for punishment went a bit deeper."As int...iguing as that is, I'm afraid not," I said."Why not?" she asked."Because even if you want to give up your privacy, I won't do that to Karen," I explained."But what if Karen doesn't mind?" she asked eagerly, glancing at Karen."No, I won't let you try and pressure Karen into telling you her secrets," I said.She looked disappointed, but left it at. The smell was intoxicatingly delicious. Even soft, it looked 5 inches long, and really thick. He must have done some spring cleaning down there recently because I couldnt feel any pubes. Clean shaven. Just like how I imagined it. I thought to myself. I quietly moaned to myself. I knew I had to devour it. I licked my lips and put my mouth over it and descended. The first taste of his cock was magic. It tasted delicious and my god, it was getting harder! I licked the head and underside with my. ’ There was a startled silence, and then Sam burst out laughing. ‘Bitch!’ he told her. ‘Sam!’ Sarah gasped out her outrage at such an insult. He laughed again. ‘Ok… I’ll behave.’ ‘Good!’ she could not help but feel a twinge of disappointment. ‘Is everything still okay for tomorrow night?’ ‘Yes of course. Why wouldn’t it be?’ she questioned with a frown. He gave a sigh. ‘I don’t know, I just feel a bit out of control with you, and it’s a feeling that I’ve not had for a VERY long time!’ ‘Well a. A passerby spied me sitting there and must have took pity on me. He approached and asked if I was okay. I replied, “No I’m not, I have nothing to live for.” “Everyone has something to live for,” he responded. I don’t know why, but I began spilling out my story to this complete stranger, and he listened patiently. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. He held me in his embrace and softly stroked my head, as I sobbed. After telling him my story and that I had no where to go, he.