Her nose was buried in my ass. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. I let my body float with the attentions of her tongue. And I let my ears go deaf...to the jeers and low catcalls of the men around us.But, you. You, Master, never said a thing. I could tell, because you were, in my opinion, too much of a gentleman to make such childish noises. I also knew that you enjoyed the reactions of those around us, immensely.The tongue jabbed harder at my tender, swollen clit. The blonde's persistence. Smiling too, she looked up at me smiling and the casually started feeling for my cock through my boxers. As she found it, she looked down again as she tried to pull it through the little flap.Looking down, I could see her smiling and as she started to pull it out a little more, she stroked it. Briefly glancing up at me, Morgan smiled and then looked back down as she concentrated on my cock. Smiling to myself as I watched, she pulled the skin down slightly and then closing her eyes, she took. The others went in a pile on the coffee table as he torn open the insurance envelope to see what it contained. There was a list of medical services that totaled over $6,000. Under the tittle of paid by insurance was a series of zeros. The full amount was in the owed by you column along with a code number. Mike found the code in a legend on the back of the form: “No Justification Received”. Mike called the insurance company and after going through the lengthy process of explaining who he was and. She had done the same to him that she did to me. She cried rape and ruined his life. When I had my therapy appointment with Jim the next day, I began to open up. And it was like a dam had broken. He was able to see me four times a week, since we were breaking through. He finally got me to talk and was finally getting my story. He heard about my virginity. My voyage of self-improvement. Her teasing. My ill-fated reunion with Mario that really led to this whole baring-my-soul thing. For the most.