Rothstein. Mr. Rothstein managed to corner me in the library and make me to suck his cock. He said if I didn’t suck him off he would tell everyone t...at I was a queer. How he knew, I have no idea. So, I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. My secret was intact.As bad as it seemed, I loved sucking his big cock and eating his cumI went to college at Notre Dame in South Bend, Indiana and ended up rooming with a football stud. My family was impressed with my roomie, as they were big Notre Dame. To cover my transgression, I returned with two steaming cups of Colombian nectar. Sheila’s serving was fixed precisely as she liked it, black with a splash of cream and a dash of sugar. Sometimes it’s easier to obtain forgiveness than it is to gain permission.“Careful. Payback’s a bitch,” the commander murmured with a half-smile and a roguish wink as she accepted my South American peace offering.I attributed her spirited behavior to pre-mission jitters. She was entirely in tune with the antsy. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, and she was wearing a short skirt with thigh high hose (you could see the lacy tops) and a tight top. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she washed my hair, those tits were practically in my face, and I began to become aroused.She asked me if I was the friend of the masseuse who had referred me, and when I told her yes, she whispered into my ear that she had heard that I was a bad boy. I winked at her and told her that I was a perfect. “Now I have a favor to ask of you,” Amanda told him.The tall Asian man looked down at her and grinned as he moved in front of her again. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making requests. But go on.”“Take a picture of me with my phone, and text it to my husband.”Philip shook his head incredulously. “I envy the open relationship the two of you have together. And I finally understand why your husband is so happy to share you. He must be so very proud to call you his wife,” he said.