My tongue set out on a tentative expedition in search of hers. Her mouth opened wide in welcome. With typical adolescent inexperience, our teeth crash...d together, and drool coated both our chins. Neither of us cared, caught up in that exquisite moment, little moans escaping both of our throats. When we came up for air, I realized that the song on the radio was the new one from the Pointer Sisters: "... and when we kiss,... Fire." It couldn't have been more appropriate. It might as well have. Don’t hold back.”I watch fascinated as Chris stands, legs apart, with his hands on the wall, his cock is flaccid I note, and he does have a feminine ass I muse, as Sue strokes a heavy, wide belt over his ass then raises her arm and whacks his ass with the belt. Then again and again, each time harder and noisier.’“I love it, love it, harder, harder,” he is moaning as Sue is obviously enjoying punishing him. He has a raging erection now I notice, as he whispers, “That’s nine Sue, one more.” “Did. Depending on what the architect and his or her pet mechanical engineer said, I was thinking about a one hundred and thirty foot long by fifty foot wide slab on the order of one foot thick for the house, and a thirty foot by sixty foot slab for the barn. The pads would have to be suitably reinforced by welded re-bar grids.Since pre-stressed hollow-core concrete slabs are made of concrete (obviously), and concrete wicks water like crazy, the poured slab and everything making up the shell would. I made sure to remember my lessons from last time and worked it mostly with long, slow strokes of my tongue at first, before slowly taking it between my lips and gently and slowly sucking it. In case you don’t see the point, Sir likes long slow strokes on his cock. Eventually Sir decided to fuck me, and took me over to a kneeling stockade and secured me in place, strapping me in. After lubing me up and stretching me out a bit, Sir pressed his cock into my ass, filling me as I was bound in place.