She started to come, thrusting even faster, and I pressed my chin into her steaming and still pantyhose pussy. She was making soft cries now and it se...med to go on forever, though it was probably less than two minutes. It goes without saying that my soccer team had disappeared into the biggest orgasm I had as yet experienced in my masturbatory life. This was the real thing-- a real live woman coming on my face because of what I had done to her. What a sense of power among the other feelings of. As requested by me Fiona was totally honest in her journal and proved it with her next sentence.“Even though I was being thoroughly used and humiliated with the possibility of being caught again my aching pussy was showing signs of betrayal. Heat and moisture became ever present the longer my hole stayed exposed in the dusty stairwell”As she sat up to pull on her trousers Fiona had looked right up and spotted what she had wanted to avoid, a small dome camera in the middle of the ceiling looking. Slowly bobbing my head up and down his shaft grew even harder and his breathing became faster and shallower.“Oh, god, oh, oh, please forgive my sins,” he said before shooting his load.It was an awfull lot of cum that came rushing down my throat, so much, in fact, it spilled out the corners of my mouth and trickled down my chin. I swallowed as best as I could while he shot two more loads.“Good, lord, man. When was the last time you had sex?” I asked as I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.He. Ever so carefully I lifted up some of the clothing to see if therewas anything underneath, but there was nothing. Just as slowly and carefullyas I'd opened it, I closed it right back. My heart was racing, knowing thatI'd disobeyed. ?Eh?, I thought, ?I've done no real harm and I was careful.He'll not know. I just best get to my task at hand and not worry with thisanymore.? So, I opened the top drawer and found my gorgeous collar, right whereHe told me it would be. I slipped it around my throat.