The man absently pets her hair. The look on the woman’s face is rapturous. I saved it and started to feel the sharp pangs of longing for my Master. ...I grasped my right tit savagely through my blouse. I pulled on the nipple and felt echo of the pain from this morning when I had worn the clamps. I superimposed Master’s face on the face of the man and my face on the face of the woman. I imagined feeling slightly cold and slightly cramped as I knelt at his feet. I imagined laying my head against. I was surprised when we passed the bleachers to find almost thirty people milling around. Besides many of the football players I knew from the year before, there were kids from the track team, the baseball team, and even one guy from the water polo team.I had honestly expected not many people to show up. We had an OK turnout the year before, but I had started this when I was still playing sports. Now that I wasn’t part of any of the school teams, I figured participation would be down.I was. It took me a while to warm up to young people's music, theirclothes, their absolutely unfathomable need to use some variant of theword 'fuck' in nearly every sentence. I learned e-mail. I learnedwhat those various types of Italian coffee everyone drinks are. I takepeople getting divorced in stride. I smile and pretend Rex's oldfriends having three children the same age with three different mothersis something vaguely resembling acceptable behavior. I watch youngpeople routinely disrespect. I started to suck and lick his hard cock. It tasted so sweet and also salty, it still had my own pussy juices on it from last night. As I slurped up and down on it, his hands were in my hair.It didnt take me to long to feel his young cock start throbbing and he started to moan, MUM, Mum I'm cumming, and then he started cumming in my mouth."Oh God he tasted so good" I finished cleaning him up and moved up and we kissed. He could taste his own love juice as we kissed.I stopped kissing him, and.