I could hear the lust in her voice and knew she was getting turned on. So I turned things up a bit by grabbing her clamped tits and gripping them tigh...ly, sinking My fingers deep into the soft meat of her globes. "Ohh god, Master," pet whimpered as I mauled her tits roughly. "It's been a long time since you had a good spanking. Apparently too long - you have forgotten how to act. Well this should remind you," I said, feigning anger. I stood up pulling her up to her knees as I did. It may. “Does it make a big mess when you cum?” Pam asked not stopping the quickening stroking. I didn’t answer, I wanted to cum by her hand, the first time in my life that anyone else had touched me intimately. I remembered the old cliché, “a hard cock had no conscience.” And added no shame to that thought.Pam was holding her pink striped dress up allowing me to see her shiny satin panel girdle that was clipped to her stockings by the garters and her free hand slid down across that panel and she ran. ”This was a conversation Will Bradford was quite sure he would never have. Not in a million years. His mind centered on that.“This is a conversation I thought I’d never have,” he said.“Well, we are having it,” she replied.“How could you ... like me?” he asked. It was an honest question.“I don’t know,” she said promptly. “I just do.”“Even with this?” His right hand went to the scarring on the left side of his face.“Yes.”He thought about the pity angle. They’d already talked about that. She knew. And then she did. It felt so good, some warm and soft, as her tongue locked on its underside and stroked outward to my head and her hand stroked my balls from underneath. I was consuming her and she me. I was no longer there, reality slipping away, as I was still tasting the coating of milk left in my mouth, luxuriating in the taste of her vagina, and thrusting in her working mouth. I felt as if I was somewhere outside of my body in a world where all of the physical, metaphysical, and emotional.