”He’s right. I mean, I’ve put my lips around my boyfriend’s cocks from time to time. But I didn’t like doing it and I never did it for long....I certainly never did it to completion.He saw in my face that he was right. A wry smile appeared on his face but he didn’t say anything, not at first. He stood up and said, “I thought so. Come on. Get your book and let’s go inside and take a shower.”Why is he making this so damned hard for me?!He picked up his book and started inside. As he walked away he. Spending only a few minutes, I stopped and asked her if there was any ice cream in the refrigerator. She confirmed so I helped myself to some ice cream. I asked her to sleep on the bed and using a tea spoon started to apply some on her vaginal lips. My tongue started slurping up the melting ice cream and pushing some into her pussy. Her moans and groans increased as the cold ice cream and my wet tongue was driving her crazy. She held my head between her legs and released her juicy cum on my. Dorinda no longer believed in anything other than what Mark had just told her. She would not escape. They would not let her go. No one would rescue her. The handcuffs became vividly real upon her wrists. No wonder they had refused to unlike them. What was she now? What was her status? A captive… A slave … some sort of plaything, a sexobject? What about sex? ‘What are you thinking?’ Mark asked irrelevantly ‘Am I a slave?’ ‘Yes.’ He had a gift for monosyllables. ‘What must I do?’ ‘You mean to. I think I only stood there dumb-founded for a second before I sat down next to her!“Nice of you to join me.” I said to her.“You have better seats.” She said. I looked over at her and saw her smiling as she leaned up and whispered in my ear, “and you have a hard cock!”The lights dimmed and the music came up and she put her hand in mine. Slowly she led my hand over to her thigh. The side of the dress had a slit that went all the way up to her hip and she guided my fingers inside the clit, then.