I pulled the bodysuit tightly up past my waist which it was hard to get by and then I slid in my arms as he zipped up the back over the head and then ...lackness. He unzipped my eyes so I could see and then placed my hands in little leather mitts so they were trapped in fists. He then placed a ball gag through the leather and around my mouth and instructed me to lay down on my stomach and wait. This was kinda a regular thing so I figured he'd be back to fuck me shortly. Instead he came back with. Let me explain how I became enjoying wearing my sisters panties, well like most boys my age I enjoy looking at porn and whenever I saw a smoking hot girl giving blowjobs or girls eating out other girls they always had beautiful panties on (at least to start with ) and my eyes were drawn to them, well after a while of seeing so many panties I started thinking about my sisters panties and then started thinking about my sister wearing those panties of hers, I got rock hard every time I watched. The keys fall out of your hand and over the stairwell."Fuck it," you say, and turn to grab him by the front of his shirt, then yank him toward the door and pin him against it.You find the zipper of his pants much easier to work with than the door. As soon as his erection springs free, you wrap your lips around it. You reach up to grab his ass and pull him forward as you relax your jaw to accommodate his girth until his pubes tickle your nose.He makes these amazing pleading noises and grabs a. I was a high-functioning addict.The only thing that kept me sane during that week of waiting was the nightly calls between Sue and Brandon. They kept me sane, but in other ways made it worse, as they just reminded me of the coming Friday high I craved so badly.I didn’t get to hear all of their conversations. But I got to hear enough. The conversations they had each night were a surreal mixture of the mundane and the sexy. I’m sure Brandon was doing most of the guiding and directing. Like a.