It took us about an hour to get around and finally reached the small car park again.As we walked, I asked, “How do you feel, now that you aren’t a...virgin anymore Katie?”She looked at me and smiled. “I feel good. A bit sore though.”“Oh. Sorry. I tried to be careful. But it was hard not to go a bit crazy,” I replied, “you’re so sexy, I couldn’t help myself.”She giggled. “It’s ok. I loved it.”I unlocked the car and we changed into our normal footwear and put our rucksacks and boots in the back,. Maybe 6 loads is a bit ambitious for me to deal with but lets go with maybe 3 times each. I've tasted my own. I don't scoop it up off my belly and eat it.....maybe I should....but I've tasted it. I found it leaving my mouth feeling dry. Maybe that's my body telling me to have more? Anyway, that's cum. I'm going to have to swallow some at some point. Lets just hope I like it or I wont enjoy myself as much I want to. I should mention kissing. I really don't want that. It's the cock I want, not. Another wire is soldered to the other side of the board, towards the top, where thesoldering iron burns the upper edges of your inner lip, and she even trails the hot tip up to your peehole, which really makes you squeal. Every time you cry out, the cruel technician asks what yourproblem is, directing your attention to the scrolling images on your laptop, saying that’s obviouslywhat you want, and it’s no more than a slut like you deserves. The two wires are now run up to theblatantly erect. I was being sexually tempered by two libidinous females. I was being educated in a sophisticated, foreign college, living with an Englishman who was sporting me to the pub and drinking pints a couple of nights a week. And now I was in a classy sports car being driven by this elegant “older” woman to her “fairy tale place” in the Cotswold’s. Who at home would have possibly imagined that Arthur Chadwick could be living a life like this abroad?The wind rushing past my ears and mussing my hair.