I could feel the pre cum leaking out of my penis. I so wanted to touch myself and cream all over her face, but I hold back.“Bend over! It’s my t...rn to lick you out. I want to taste your pussy juice.” I told her.She replied in a school girl voice, “Yes Sir. I promise next time I won’t be bad. I’ll take whatever punishment you want to deal out.”I get down on my knees and she braces herself on the desk. Within seconds I buried my face deep into her tight little flower. I licked away at her. Our skin did that thing where it sort of sticks together and almost tickles as it comes apart. We both made a sort of shivery movement and then laughed again because we both knew we had felt the same thing. To break the tension, I offered her a coffee and we sat down to talk about what she had in mind for her photos and I went through what I was actually capable of and what we could do with the light we had available. I sat her on the stool that I use for my own photos in front of the window. It was salty, musky and I could even taste some of my own saliva. It felt so weird. My mouth was full of testes, my nose buried in his pubes at the bottom of his shaft. He moaned out “Yeah, I like that, now suck the other one”. Damn, foiled again. So, I let his left ball plop out of my mouth. Took another swallow, and sucked his right nut in. It was bigger and firmer than the other one. I used my tongue as much as I could. It completely filled my mouth. I was still slowly stroking his. "Ben, you're barely seventeen. You don't know what love is," Keira said gently."Of course I do!" I vehemently insisted.She sighed. "Okay, to how many girls have you said the phrase 'I love you'?"My jaw waggled but I immediately started counting: Keira, Megan, Dawn, Brandi, Cassidy, Adrienne. I think that was it. But I felt guilty about the number. "Well, uh..." I stalled."Is it over two?"I gave her an 'of course' look. She already knew with certainty that I'd said the phrase to her as well as.