He was also a big man, very fit, plainly healthy and, Em thought, astonishingly attractive. She was, in fact, entranced. What especially entranced her...was the fact that even though he was at one end of the table and she at the other, he had decided to include her in his repertoire of round-the-table conversation. Since they hadn’t met before he had got up from his seat and walked round the table to introduce himself to her. “He has good manners too,” Em had thought as he began this manoeuvre. . Come down the bitch’s throat. He did. He wanked himself off like a bastard the way he’d done after Prom Night, only it was Olivia’s mouth, not Tori Beeching’s cunt, that took the force of his masturbatory fervour, and this time he had no excuse. No sense of private reward for public rectitude here–this was Jed’s frank, cum-surging admission to another human being, however anonymous, of who he wanted to be. Of who she insisted he really was. Stop trying to kid yourself, teacher-man. There’s a. . wish I could just text and get sucked myself... although, truth be told, I seemed to enjoy sucking cock even more than I enjoyed getting sucked. Another text arrived: Rule 3: Go suck his cock!! You are to be completely obedient. If he wants to fuck your face, you let him fuck your face. He will give you his cum wherever he wishes. That said: you only have to suck... if you want to give up your man cunt you may do so... but that is your choice. As I read this, I couldn't believe how simple it. I knew that they would be seeing my thin purple thong help hold my clear butt plug in and the strings hanging out of my pussy that when to my Ben Wa balls. The guys all cheered on the sight. A soon as Britney began to play with my butt plug I had a good idea what she wanted to do. I held my ankles and tried to relax as she began to pull the plug out. This plug had a two inch neck which when I look at the pictures later left me gapping nicely. That’s why it’s nice to have pictures so I could.