I struggled to sleep that night, not because of nerves, I was just not used to sleeping alone. Luke banged on the door at seven the following morning ...nd asked if I wanted to go for a run with Andy and him.It was amusing when we got back, Andy went in to check the coast was clear and then Luke and I followed. Luke set about the cooker and started to make breakfast for the men, the women were nowhere to be seen or heard. The rest of the morning was similarly co-ordinated, someone checking before. She had shaved her pussy in the bath, so it was really nice and smooth, and glistening wet, pushing her thighs apart opening up her wet cunt for me. I slid my tongue in, just for a brief minute, just to get a taste of it. Moving back up to her nipples, knowing I could squeeze, suck and bite them and there's nothing she could do, as her hands are tied behind her back. It wasn't long before she said she was going to cum... Almost seconds later, she was cumming. I got down on my knees between her. “Dammit,” Dylan cursed. “That was wonderfully awful, eh?” “We must never watch it again,” I said, my voice intentionally monotone to make Dylan laugh. “I agree,” he replied in the same voice. “It is toxic to our systems.” “At least we have each other,” I sighed. “I feel kind of sorry for Scott.” “Don’t start,” he warned. “Give that guy an inch…” “You mean ten?” I teased, “You mean my big ten inches?” He laughed, pulling me to him, “Oh honey,” he muttered, “You know it’s not ten inches,. My head was spinning and confused. I lay in bed remembering what had happened and how wonderful it was and how I could still taste that man's semen in my mouth but I still struggled with being known as a cocksucker.I found mental refuge in the notion that he had caused it to happen and he had used my mouth and that meant I was not responsible. But, I knew that somewhere in me, I was the craving to be a cocksucker. That conflict of those arguments was hard for me resolve but they evaporated the.