Miss Stevens noticed. She probablythought it was exactly what I deserved. I sipped down my berry tea, notgrimacing too much at the taste today - possi...ly because my body wasalready saturated with unpleasant sensations - and awaited my homeworkorders."Josh," said Miss Stevens softly, though it still made me jump as hervoice cut through the silence, "for your homework I want you to focus onyour penis." I gazed down at the little pink plastic cage between mylegs, and groaned softly at what felt. She kissed me with a lot of tongue. I might have been shocked if I knew for sure that I hadn't done the same thing a thousand times before. Since I didn't know, I just enjoyed the sensation and tried to forget who was providing it. I began to have difficulty breathing. Rosie noticed I was sure."You like kissing don't you Miss Lucy?" she asked."I am finding out just how much I like it. It has obviously been awhile at least I think it has. Hell, I don't know," I said it just as Rosie pulled me to. He spat on my tits and rubbed his spit all over them. When he concentrated on my nipples my breath got faster and faster. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of having my tits gropped and rubbed roughly. After about 10 minutes of constant kissing and touching, john moved me to the kitchen table. He picked me up by my bum and gently threw me on the table. With his mouth still on my boobs he unbuttoned my shorts and took them off. I threw my head back at the feeling of his cock and. She had not eaten in days and shivered in the cold cell. She could hear someone else breathing heavily, probably asleep she figured. She finally sat down in a corner, pulled her legs up, and prayed. Bastion had been having the most wonderful dream. He had been back in his homeland, long before the invaders had taken him as a slave. Working his land alongside his brothers, the sweat on his body and soreness in his muscles were offered up as a sacrifice to the gods in exchange for a good crop..