She roughly fastens it to me. I am unable to scream, not that my screams would be heard anyway. "She looks lovely, doesn't she Sir?" #8 asks you."Yes,...she does," you say, rubbing the area behind my ear. I let out a soft moan. "You know what would make her look even better?" What Sir?" #8 asks."Some wax and some clamps!" you cackle. You are maniacal. #8 reaches into the bag, pulling out a rainbow-colored candle and some rubber-tipped clamps connected by a chain. I wince as you pull on my pinkish. She was tall, with classy, professional looks, but still acted, well, nice. I wanted to be just like her. Then one day, she gave me this special smile, said we should get to know each other better, and suggested I come by her place after school. “I remember feeling real funny inside, you know, excited and all. But then I got scared, maybe it was that smile, but I went right home instead. The next day she acted like nothing happened. The regular teacher came back a few days later and I never saw. I was too scared, too nervous to open my mouth in the first place. I was just sitting there, staring straight ahead, probably a nervous look on my face, trying feebly to work up the courage to tell him.“I know it sounds like I don’t know what I’m talking about.” he continued, shutting off the possibility of me opening up once and for all. “I don’t need you to be able to believe in me. I don’t need to be right either.”“Then why say it?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible in my. He sucked on my for several moments before he lapped up my nut sack, taking one ball at a time in his mouth. Working his way up and down my inner thighs with his soft suckling kisses, pushing my knees towards me giving him full access to my fuck hole. His mouth was like magic as it made love to my ass, he worked his tongue in deep in me, moaning all the way. It was evident of what his intentions were, loosening my ass for his thick cock and that is exactly what I wanted as I pressed my ass.