So she made me save my cum up for three days, she wouldn’t let me cum at all. She would lay back on the bed and masturbate with her favorite toy rig...t in front of me. Then she would make me clean her cunt up with my tongue.She would look down at my rock hard cock and tell me what a bad boy I was for having a hard-on. Then she would grab me by my balls and twist them between her fingers, my erection would die. After the third day she told me it was time to cum. She told me she was going to milk. I knew pain now. It was still making it impossible for me to sit down. What had that terrible old man done to me, and why?I could hear my lawn mower chugging up and down the lawn, reminding me that it was getting nearer to lunch lime. He would expect me to prepare him a sandwich and take it out to him, or he may come to the kitchen as he had been doing for the past few months. How could I face him? I seriously thought about locking the door and leaving him to his own devices, the horrible old. She knew it was best to take things slowly but her body was also telling her that she wanted to be naked in Phil’s bed when she awoke.She wasn’t drunk – at least not as drunk as she normally would be on a Friday night. She had also been horny since the afternoon wrestling session on Phil’s couch. She realized that she had been horny since Phil had arrived at her dorm on Tuesday. She had frigged herself twice that week – something that hadn’t been necessary since her first week on campus.It was. Moving is usually bad enough without your hormones backing up; you're used to moving, having done so with your still-stuck-in-the-60s semi-hippie parents. Given that you'd run through twelve countries by the time you were sixteen, it's not surprising that you'd take a job that allowed you to travel, so for the last handful of years you've been a photographer for a travel/fashion magazine. Add in your nice paycheck and hot girlfriend, you would have thought you'd have it made.And you did, for a.