All she could do was to scream in ecstasy. She was surprised at herself for screaming in such away. She’d never been able to let go like that before... Then again she’s never been eaten out in broad day light out in the middle of nowhere. Usually they were hiding from parents or siblings. The feeling was unbearable. So she screamed as her body moved involuntarily. Suddenly she felt her insides contract in a most unusual way and felt the urge to pee. She tried to stop him by pushing on his head. Damn, was I pissed when I learnt that the Mr F not only found what he was looking for, but JW came back from his toilet/smoke break. The rest of the time saw my face in a very dulan mode after I’ve sent Melissa to the bus-stop and saw her board her bus back home.*Click* (My Hp Sony Ericsson, I love the click SMS tone)[Hehe, that was fun.. Wasted yeah? Cya soon kies? Muacks] –SMS from Melissa*****Postscript: I called the lecturer Mr F for a reason. He F-ed my erotic rendezvous with Melissa. I. Which meant that Dave should at least be out of hospital, by then, though none of us knew whether he'd actually be fit to take on something like that. And Debbie was– well, we'd left her some urgent voice mails, but hadn't heard from her. Which was a bit worrying in itself ... I mean, she was often out of mobile signal, out there in the sticks, but she'd always got back to us pretty quickly before. But then, I thought, maybe she'd just chosen the wrong moment to relax, what with having wrapped. "I'm off now," she said casually. "My daughter and I will pop in from time to time to feed you. You'll have to piss and shit in the chair I'm afraid, but you'll get used to it. I'll rig up a more permanent tether tomorrow. Since you seem to like my daughter's school uniform so much I'll ask her to wear it when she visits you tonight. Don't expect any sympathy from her though: I've taught her self-defence and she's just itching to have a slave to kick in the balls. Who knows, one day, when.