Renee was silent for a while. I walked past her and headed to the fridge. Again, she followed me. “Did you cum?” she asked.I leaned into the fridg... and grabbed two beers, leaned back against the counter and handed her one. “Yes.”She took a sip of beer and stood thinking for a moment. I was beginning to get agitated. Renee had a boyfriend and here I was explaining my actions to her. I looked at her hard. “Anything else?”I was surprised by the next thing she said. “In her mouth?”“Yes.” I. The only trouble I had was with a woman named Bridget Baker, or as I called her the "Big Bitch". One day she overheard me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill. She was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met. I had an apartment, which I had leased for the year. When I wasn't working I was doing my favorite thing in the world, putting myself in bondage. I have had this fetish for the past 10 years and I was very careful to keep it a secret although my secret fantasy was to. She turned around again and looked at me as she asked, “Buttercup? What’s that supposed to mean?”“It’s from the movie The Princess Bride.” I told her. She looked confused. “Oh my God don’t tell me you’ve never seen The Princess Bride.”“I can’t say that I have seen it.” as she said that she was starting to look away from me then back to me, like she was nervous about making eye contact.“We’ll have to fix that. If we don’t get to see that movie before we go back to school then we’ll have to watch. ‘Oh!’ You’ve got me moaning again, you bad boy. Now you’re determined to really give me a lesson to remember, aren’t you, Rapacious Razaji? You let your tongue rest for a moment in the vestibule of my vagina before you thrust in vigorously trying to lick my Grafenberg spot. Rivers of pussy juice flow forth as I cum helplessly in your face. You gulp down my crystal clear cunt cum as eagerly as a new born babe taking his first meal from his dear mother’s breast. ‘Dhanyawad, Maa!’ You thank her,.