"Yes," she says, "I think that's what's gonna happen. And you know what, Superman? That's just what we want to happen. I'm gonna make you cum and take...your cherry, or may Sonia will. And we want you to cum right down our throats! I want it. I can't wait to taste your cum!"She wraps her hands around Sonia's and pulls me away from her mouth. Both of them keep their hands wrapped around me, jerking me off together. Wendy takes me back in her mouth, and she's even more frantic than Sonia, bobbing. It went on and on. My tiny cock, nowempty continued to spasm in orgasmic pleasure as my cunt gripped on toNatasha's tongue, squeezing rhythmically again and again. After acouple of minutes, I had to gently push Natasha's face away to catch mybreath."Please stop!" I moaned, half wanting her to carry on, but thesensation overload was too much for me and I collapsed back in thechair, squeezing my thighs together for relief.Natasha was still unsatisfied. "Hey, I need to cum too you know..."she. Hardly very useful or applicable as a norm for the rough-and-tumble, catch-as-catch-can social scene in today’s American west. To judge from the magazine stands – yes, a very superficial data source, but the magazines sell, right? – recreational sex was an evening’s casual activity and even date rape was no longer sufficiently racy even to make headlines. Suddenly, this relatively simple protection assignment assumed mammoth proportions, and I felt like I was in deep water well over my head.. "I'm sitting, and performing, ridiculous acts on a live web cam for astrange woman..." And all you want to do right now is jerk off and cum," Mistress finishedme off emotionally with that revelation."Yes, Mistress." Well, here is what's going to happen now: You belong to me for as longas I care to have you," she said with a very ominous tone to her voice."Your life has just changed forever."She was so right.And now, a year later, I sat at my computer once more, but was talking toa man. A man.