"He looks up at me with those eyes as blue as the ocean. The look on his face is one of fear, shame, and humiliation. Part of me wants to pull him int... my arms and kiss him. Tell him everything's going to be alright. The rest of me wants to fuck him like a slut and continue to degrade him.I take my finger and swipe up a load of cum just below his eye and feed it to him. He licks it up without hesitation."I'm going to take a shower, feel free to lick the rest of it up."It doesn't take long to. I even passed two older women, out for their morning walk, who called me a slut and a whore right to my face, making me blush deeply from the humiliation. Even after having such a nice weekend with my kids, I was an emotional wreck by the time that I arrived at Sheila’s house at 8:00.“Where have you been?” Sheila snapped at me.“Y-you didn’t give me a time to be back here,” I sniffled.SMACK! Sounded the crack of Sheila’s hand slapping my face.“I don’t want to hear you crying, number one, and. The thoughts of Lauren out in the woods so close to her, coupled with recalling the massage earlier stirred a warmth between her legs. She closed her bedroom door along with the connecting door from the bathroom to her room. Stepping in after adjusting the water temp she stood under the stream and let it soak her hair and body. When she was completely wet she turned off the water and began washing herself with her favorite bath gel. Her fingers slipped between her legs as she pictured a naked. We kissed in malls. We kissed in my bedroom. We kissed in cinema halls. Then I was invited to press and lick her ripe 30 inches firm and round breasts. I did that and highly enjoyed it. She gave me a hand-job when she could not contain her excitement on two occasions.We got admitted to two different colleges in two different cities which are over 250 kilometers apart. I bought us a Jodi Pack of Reliance handsets which were free for talking to each other. Our late night talks were really dirty,.