It’s incredibly fulfilling.”They finished getting dressed, and Brandon drove out of the secluded area they had parked. A minute or so later he pas...ed a police car going the other way, and the thought that they could have so easily been caught gave him another minor wave of adrenaline. He took Jeannette’s hand and squeezed it tightly, enjoying feeling like they had made it through their first real problem together rather well.They returned to Brandon’s house, where his parents were watching tv.. But she was always home for Christmas, even though her stays became shorter and shorter.Suddenly the memories she had locked away came crashing down on her."Becky Lynn ... its time to get out of bed. You're going to sleep the day away unless you get up soon."Her head still ached as she pulled the pillow from over her face, and watched her mother, Grace, bustle around her bedroom, opening curtains and windows. The bright sun belied her mood. Her mother continued to chatter, and then said,"Don't. "Suck you, sissy bitch!" I laughed before pulling it out of his mouth. "Now lick it again!"He gasped and dribbled saliva as his mouth was now free, but I wasn't going to let him recover."Come on lick it, you sissy slut, faster!"He did as he was told and slowly licked his way down the shaft."That's right, lick it down to my balls," I laughed thinking my pretend balls would have no sensation. I was wrong as his head got right in-between my legs, and as he worked on my balls, his hair was. About this time, my fianc?e-Chris made a strange request of me(stranger, that is, than the previous ones!). On her orders, I went toan art studio, where I had a plaster cast made of myself. It is aprocess sometimes used in making statues, wherein the subject (me, inthis case) lies nude in a bed of soft plaster. As this is hardening,more soft plaster is pored over the subject, who breathes through atube while the stuff hardens. An oil coating keeps the plaster fromsticking to the subject's skin,.