” I rubbed against him and arched an eyebrow. “Was there anything else on your… mind?” He laughed and kissed me back “Just that I’m a luck... man.” He reached around to cup my ass, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. He paused as his fingers brushed the base of the anal plug. His brows lifted and he pulled back to look at me. “Again? Honey you must have had this in all day. I'm surprised you didn’t jump me as soon as I came through the door. Why do you keep torturing yourself like this?” I. "We injected a great of collagen into those now almost obscene kips," sheexplained. We also emphasized your cheek bones, did a little work onyour eyes too give you that slightly oriental look. The hair is yoursalthough we did stimulate its growth and the color is from Clairol. Idon't think they call it ditzy blonde but they should. Oh, and all ofyour dramatic makeup is permanent, thanks to a helpful tattoo artist."She smiled and said, "Now, perhaps you would like a demonstration of howthis. ” “Let me see,” I lifted her up and carried her to the old wooden bench that sits at the side of the court. “I’ll need to take your shoe off,” I said, and I slowly undo the lace and slipped it from her foot. I then gently pulled down the sock. Her foot looked OK but she was clearly in pain. I took her foot and lifted it to my mouth. “Maybe this will help,” I said and stared gently sucking her toes and licking between them. After a couple of minutes she said, “I think my knee hurts as well.”. I remember his first blowjob. I sidled up to him on the sofa. I placed my hand on his knee and stared at him. He eventually looked into my eyes. My hand crept closer to his cock; sliding up his thigh. I never said a word and he didn’t stop me. I stopped when my fingers reached his balls. We just stared at each other. His breathing was erratic and mine was no better. A rush of urgency flowed through my veins. After all, I’d only had Stephen Richards instead of the three or four guys I’d normally.