”“Oh you.” She said, slapping at me playfully. “You know I wouldn’t rat you out.”She smoked out expertly, filling the aircraft with the sm...ll of Humbolt County Skunk Bud, an odor I associated with my college days at Chico State University in Northern California. I’d probably smoked a pound or two of that very impressive variety of cannabis as a young aeronautical engineering student there. The smell triggered pleasant nostalgia of a time when sex and d**gs seemed to be the only things that. ..sir, I'll try mybest. ????? Dom-line: Don't try you useless cow, doit. Sarah had sentthe picture, just like he had asked. Spread and naked like that, she hadn'tbeen able to help herself,coming sloppily several times. The chatting continued for months, with morerequestsfor pictures, andmore verbal humiliation and fantasy play. One day, he put in another, morein-depthrequest. ????? Dom-line: Sarah, it's time we meet. Thethings you fantasize about would be much more intense??????????? ?for you. It's by no means a barrier to sound, so the little moan of apprehension she makes is audible."There's a trick to this kind of thing." He talks as he circles her, admiring the lines of her body, applying gentle pressure in places to straighten out her posture, to reinforce his presence. "The point of the ribbon is to remind you that your tongue, and your voice, are under my control. If you make a sound without my permission, without my instruction, you'll be punished. And without the benefit of. Not surprisingly Chris finally fluttered awake, and after a quick moment said “Mmm, good morning”. I replied with the standard morning greeting as well, not at all stopping what I was doing. He turned his face towards mine in an awkward bend and our lips met. I kissed him hard and deeply, my tongue filling his mouth, swirling and flicking. His eyes closed and he fell into his submissive self, reaching his hand backwards to pull my head into him harder. Our kiss broke and I stared into his eyes.