Have you ever tasted your own jizz, darling? I how you have, David. You don't need to answer. I'd like very much to taste the juice that drips from yo...r cock, David. Do you mind?" Before the boy could anything, the pretty librarian was bending over his lap. She moved her face so close to the hard prick that stuck down his pants leg that he could feel her warm moist breath. Then the k**'s body stiffened and his cock leaped in his pants. She actually pressed her warm hips right against the head. I had no real answer for this. He had gotten me in this position and here I was in a hotel room dressed up in fairly slutty women clothing and a wig, with a guy fucking my ass, the taste of his cock still in my mouth. I knew I wasn’t a faggot. I had been forced into this. Never in my years of crossdressing had I imagined such a scenario. But I had to admit it didn’t look good. I felt used and emasculated, even perhaps feeling a little like a whore. He was certainly treating me like one. And. But that would diffuse the situation... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one... steel is cold. I come back and stand right where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow... pretty panties... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit facing you. I sit down, as. ”“Mmm. Well it was really hot when I watched Jules fucking your arse while Jim was in your cunt. I suppose that I should try it at least. Will they be gentle?”“Of course! Jules, will you get the lube please? What I suggest is that you take Jules in your arse first, then, even if you don't enjoy that you can still look forward to Jim fucking your cunt. How does that sound?”“OK, I guess. I'm still not enthusiastic, but I am here to learn.”About ten minutes later: “Oh! Oh! Fuck me!!! Oh, yes! Oh,.