I pursed my lips in disdain. I wondered if Ronnie understood the ramifications of his daring carelessness. Now Master easily snapped the lock. The sou...d was ominous as the metal-to-metal clunked shut. Perhaps it was just my overactive imagination, but the dangling lock felt much heavier than I’d expected when he let it fall. Wiggling my hands, I positioned my cool palms against my overheated bruised cheeks. All too quickly my inflamed ass negated the cooling factor. ‘Next,’ Master said. My head. I still really wanted pussy but cock was exciting me too. So I would often think of sucking one while I jerked off and found myself cumming at the thought. The only problem was finding one to suck.As the months passed I became more obsessed with the idea of sucking and more frustrated with not being able to. So I tried what didn't work in my teens: sucking myself. By throwing my legs over my head and pulling down on my butt I eventually got my lips around the head of my own cock. I know it. ?She felt mortified. ?Fuck off, Jay. Try and be nice.?He kept smiling. ?I appreciate it. When they come, you?re not gettingoff the hook. No Freya emergencies or anything.? She thought of thefield day that Freya was going to have with this. She could hear, ?Oh,Kitten, you?re showing them around. How sweet,? and then criticizing heroutfit. What was worse was that she knew that she?d need her opinion onwhat to wear.?Fine. What did you mean about Nick???Nothing. Sorry. Just pissed. . The kind of odds Vegas wouldn’t even let you bet on. Those were lottery-winning odds. And strangely, that’s just what it felt like, seeing Josh’s card tucked away in my purse—like I’d won the lottery. I just wasn’t quite sure yet exactly what my prize might be. * * * * I tried to sneak in as quietly as I could. It was still early and I was hoping, since it was a Sunday, everyone, including Beth, would still be sleeping. I went in the front door because the side door that went through the.