But to me it tasted far sweeter. I swallowed it whole, and he put his hands on my hair, not to force me, but to pet me. I worked my tongue and sucked ...n him like Wes had commanded me and was rewarded with more groans.“Oh, my darling!” he cried out as he came. “La petite mort!”He tried to pull out before he came. But I held him firmly with his cock fully in my mouth and gulped down his ejaculation.Afterward, we held each other, rubbing our naked bodies against each other. We delighted in this. The next song started, same artist and same album. It was called Boadicea. Enya, whoever she was, didn't sing, she hummed. It was a very intense song. Sherri felt a shiver run down her spine, it was so sad, such sorrow, and such hope for the future. Sherri felt it penetrate her, and touch her very soul. She imagined someone humming thinking of a lost loved one, or something along those lines.Robert spoke "Haunting isn't it?" Yes, such sorrow and pain, and hope." she replied."Yes" and turned it. Telling me to spread my legs, I did as I was told. Feeling more naked and vulnerable doing this than I felt before. He touched my pussy, and I flinched. I could not control my legs. He was kind, and waited doing it again and again, telling me he would not harm me. First it was his fingers, just rubbing and touching me. Then I felt a small paddle. It did not hurt the way I thought it would, but instead only made me wet. He soon had two vibrators in me, one in my pussy and one in my. But the hands stopped. Juliana shook her head to chase away the sweet, warm dizziness. She looked around; the doctor had left."Arm pits now," the Asian girl said, waving the brush.If humiliation were a sword, it would have two edges. Firstly there would be the deep-cutting edge of the actual degradation. But secondly, and maybe even more degrading, would be the knowledge that you participated.When Juliana walked into the lounge, the murmur of conversation quieted down. She knew people were.