We learn shame because we aretaught to feel ashamed, to be ashamed. A youth is ashamed of nothing,just as he fears nothing. He accepts all things as t...ey are, including,if he is fortunate enough to experience it, his attraction to andadmiration for cocks, both his own and those of other boys or youngmen. It is society, through his parents and his peers (who have learnedshame through their parents), that teaches a boy to be ashamed of hisfascination for the penis. Were he allowed to feel as he. Speaking of which.... do youstill have the aftertaste of spunk in your mouth, darling? .... I mustremember to upload that video file too - your expression waspriceless!...Awww, poor baby!.....all us girls find it a bit salty and ickyat first, but after you've had some practice, you'll come to acquire ataste for it....isn't that what you said to me once....?"I knew I was pushing him - seeing how far I could go. He didn't look likehe was going to argue back but just to make sure I got some more. I was moaning and screaming with pleasure when suddenly my asshole started convulsing and my body began to shake with no control. My orgasm erupted from my pussy, squirting all over him and me. In the intense pleasure of my orgasm I could feel his cock start pulsating and his thick warm seed filled my anus. The feeling was so amazing I began to cum again and even harder. He let out a hard grunt as he emptied his balls into my bowels…I was gasping and panting for air through my moans. He slowly. The centerpiece of my outfit was my new dress. Made of a heavy midnight black spandex/velvet blend, it was sleeveless with, a halter-style top, a sweetheart cut-out neckline, and a 3" rhinestone "collar" for a neck.The waist was incredibly tight, but the skirt was slightly pleated and flared out to swish around. The swish ended about 4 inches below my ass, a good 2 inches above my stockings.It was sort of a parody of a formal cocktail dress.OK, it was a hooker dress.Normally, it was too small.