He hadn't been bleeding, he'd seemed fine on the way, but after all just before I found him a bear had been snuffling at him, and...For a moment it se...med like the thing to do, in fact I could almost feel a yearning to do so. Maybe I'd even need to take him to a vet—But no, I decided. Hell, he'd been fine for the long walk home, he was OK. "He?" I wondered if I was using the right pronoun, was this a little girl cat? Ah, phooey, who cared?Water, however, was definitely on the agenda. And food;. Her t-shirt didn’t give away any cleavage but the thin material gave away the lining of her white bra. I could see the color because she was adjusting it frequently.I explained to her that I was sleeping and my eyes were still red which was actually due to the hangover. To stabilize a little, I asked her if I can have a very strong coffee and then do the required shopping. Even though she was reluctant, she came with me and as a formality, I offered her a coffee which she accepted with a wide. ” “Damn,” Cameron said. “That must have been hard.” “Yeah, it was. When I started college I was able to let my hair down a little. I didn’t go buck-wild because I was still living at home, but I was able to have more time away from them. Sex became one of those things I used to relax. I started pushing my boyfriends to be more dominant with me, to take control. Most of the guys didn’t really get it, though. They’d smack my ass or demand a blow job occasionally but it never clicked for them what. A moment later the man fucking my face finally reached orgasm and quickly stepped aside. I saw another big red "1" light up the second scoreboard as the second man in line started sliding his cock between my already swollen lips and straight down my throat.It took a while for me to get my breathing under control as the men fucked my throat. It was easier once I stopped crying and could breathe through my nose. It was easier, it was never easy. Even after my throat grew numb from the constant.