Suddenly we were pulling into the parking lot. I looked the place over, and it seemed okay. From the outside, the only difference between this place a...d any other bar on the coast was the huge flashing neon sign, announcing, 'STRIPPERS HERE!'We pulled into the parking lot and parked with our backs to the building, looking over the road and down the hill to the beach. Johan cut the rumbling engine then looked at me and smiled. "You've never been inside a place like this before, have you, baby?"I. She found nerve endings on my cock that I never knew existed. When I blew my load, I must have yelled. I'm not sure, but I must have. And that was just the beginning. I was to discover that Paddi-Ann knew more about dicks than I'd learned in nearly forty years of owning one. I used to say that she could write the owner's manual for the penis. And she genuinely loved to suck cock. I came to call her a "cockaholic." She hated the term, but it described her to a "T."We spent that whole weekend. The box was made of luminous pink plastic,with a picture of a white kitten cartoon character on it. The kittenwas sitting on a patch of grass that had two cutesy flowers growing init. Two small lights in the centres of each flower were furiouslyflickering in an intense green colour, indicating the huge volume ofbodyswap data the innocent looking box was transmitting between the twobodies in the bed."Oh geez," thought John to himself, "what sort of girl has a HelloKitty bodyswap box? Who the. But she felt compelled to suck... suck... suck... Finally, a slurping sound announced that she had reached the bottom.Mistress watched her slave's face closely, as she continued to suck -- even though only air was coming through the tube. "Good girl!" She raised her hand from Daniella's crotch to the side of her face, and lightly stroked her cheek. Daniella could smell the slight scent of rubber on Mistress' fingers. Her eyes closed, and she began to drift again. She hardly noticed it when the.