I'd heard enough stories from Mom over the years to prevent me from accepting "help" from them, much less request it. Mom said they were like vultures...only vultures are patient enough to wait for their prey to become helpless. Once these guys got their claws on you it was only a matter of time before you were addicted to one of their "cures." Nobody ever got cured, somehow everyone came too late for the counselors to fix anything. There were some semi-cures when the insurance ran out, however.. The slaps actualy made me grimmace a bit,but she was clearly getting off on it. Tommy had now got his second wind and came round to her face.He pulled her head up.I could only actualy see his arse now but I could guese what happened next. His commentary helped. ‘Suck on this you slut’,he growled and I saw his arse thrust foreward hard and he began to fuck her face. Her gagging noises also gave the game away. ‘Fucking bitch’,I remember thinking,she never does that for me. I stood there and. I get so excited that sometimes I actually cum while I'm doing it.” “But that happens because it makes you feel so slutty. There really isn't any physical reason that you should cum while you're licking his ass.” “Michael, are you trying to make me feel bad?” “Not at all. I'm just suggesting that you enjoy it so much because it's part of your slut fantasy.” “I can't argue with that.” “Jeanne, doesn't it seem reasonable that since it's such a central part of your slut fantasy you should reserve. Both headed to the master bathroom, holding hands, before Christina turned on the shower jets and got the towels ready. They were each quite eager to piss, but Christina took things in a daring direction by peeing directly on Abel, who retaliated with watersports of his own.“Sorry, honey ... it was an impulse, and my bladder really was full. You got me back, though, and I must confess that I enjoyed seeing our piss slide down our legs. Can we do that some more in the future, or is that too.