Don’t be coy – you know what I’m talking about. And of all times, when you’re out of town on business, so we’ll have to wait a few days to t...lk about it! Love, Sara That was the e-mail I sent to my boyfriend from work between meetings. Let me give you a little background, so you can catch up and understand my excitement! I’m in my early 30s, and have a successful career going as a counselor at the local college. My boyfriend, Jeremy, is in his early 40s (I’ve always been a sucker for the older. Scott leaned forward and said to us that each new girl had to give him and his friends blow jobs. I didn't know what to say. I was in total shock and just stood there. Finally Scott and his friends laughed and walked away. He turned once and said to let him know by tomorrow if we were interested in the party because he was definitely interested in getting blown by Sue and me. On the way home Sue and I agreed to talk tonight about the party. We also had to talk about blow jobs. I had heard about. I decided I needed to take care of it.in the shower.My bedroom has an ensuite shower and toilet, so it was no problem to hop out of bed, cross the room, and enter the cubicle. I took Percy in hand and squirted body lotion on him, then began wanking off.I suddenly felt a draft and turned towards the door."Can I help with that, Uncle Dan?" asked Roz, poised, naked, ready to step into the shower with me.I stopped wanking and stared at her, my brain somewhere else. "Huh?"I suppose she took the fact. I’d been handed off to the royal guard. I felt a sudden surge of panic, and my limbs flexed against the board, my teeth gritting to suppress my shriek of terror. One breath, then another. I brought myself back into my mind, and felt the mania ebb from me, but not the dread. I knew what was going to happen. I am going to be tortured. I thought rationally, They aren’t going to stop when I scream, or when I spill every secret, or when I beg for death. They aren’t going to stop until there’s.