It was in my bed and we thought we were being so quiet about it. Imagine your mother telling you that she’d heard some coughing (a blow job about ha...f an hour before the fucking) a little later; muffled moaning and the bed creaking as he mounted me then, a little later, my muffled squeals and his moans when he came in me. She figured that the first night it would probably just be the blow job…she about shit when the other noises started. I asked her why she didn’t stop it or say something; she. It was better than anything else. It was … I don't know the words to describe it. Thank you for doing it to me.” He said there was one more thing. He had cleaned me out because he wanted to stick his tongue through my anus and he'd better do that before any shit built up. He up-ended me again, licked his way over my now overly-sensitive clit down my slit, and slowly pushed his tongue through my wary anus and moved it around. He had a very long tongue. If I hadn't just come, I would. The men and women in their various cages and rooms shiver with both excitement and a pang of fear. The leather clad warrior goddess, just back from the Bondage Ball Hollywood has had a night of fun and games and is ready to play. She has hundreds of rooms with hundreds of slaves, but she wants cock...now if only she can remember where she has stored him. Frustrated she retires to her room, no one will do except cock. Shrunken to the size of gnome he is the only one who will smother on her. Even in uniform, he was a sight to behold, and I knew it. After the first time I told him off, his attitude towards me was a little more than uncomfortable…for me. He was treating me with a little more kindness, and a little more attentiveness, offering me rides around when he got a car and asking to hang out. Keep in mind, when I was a senior in High School, I declared myself a lesbian, and I didn’t have many guy friends, as they petrified me. I had a phobia of men, of all things. Even in his.