’ ‘Well, how am I supposed to find you then?’ ‘You’re really worried, aren’t you?’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Here,’ he turned around...and wrote a name and a number on a slip of paper. ‘This is my mother’s number. If you ever want to look me up, call her, and tell her that you want to see me. She always knows where to reach me.’ ‘Thank you, Raymond.’ ‘But I don’t think that you’ll actually use that.’ ‘Why do you say that?’ ‘I’m sure you’ll forget all about me once you find him again.’ ‘Find him?. The memories of the instructor feeding me his cock in the front seat and my eating it, then being fucked in the back my face pressed down into the seat cushions comes flooding back.I guess the point would be I found out what one is supposed to do. This would not have been a conscious choice, as some would have you believe, but rather the natural culmination of a dee[ seated desire. In thinking about the mutual masturbation sessions with my boyhood friend, just the slightest bit of prodding I. Clare was a large lady. That was putting it politely. She was huge. Too huge to wear proper business clothes. She had made an effort to accessorize her outfit with a silk scarf and expensive spectacles, but it was still basically a vast purple kaftan. Sacks of fat flesh spilled over the arms of her leather "executive" chair, forcing her to adopt a curious posture when she wished to reach her desk, elbows raised to reach over her bulk with hands that looked disproportionately small at the ends. " Aw, shucks. Yes, Madame."The two sissies bound Suzanne, stripped her, then bound her hands pulledapart above her head."Ok, let's get started. Gurls, legs first, then arms, chest and back.We'll save her cute little penis to last."Mistress Vanna spoke up. "It's a clitty, dear."The woman and the two assistants laughed.When Suzanne was released she tingled all over with a combination of thelasing and the soothing cream that had been spread all over her nowdenuded body."Next, her beard. I know.