So I have you lot to thank for that do I?” “Don’t you remember?” asked Jen. “Remember what?” “Last night in the pub?” “I remember we...had a lot to drink… We got quite loud.” “You don’t remember the forfeit game?” “Hmm. No, I don’t. But I don’t think it takes a genius to put two and two together. Are you saying I was tied naked to a tree as a forfeit in a drinking game?” Now they looked really shifty. “Wow.” I took a sip of tea. “Hardcore game.” “Are you okay?” Asked Saul. “Define okay.” There. Hesitantly, Lauren knew she really didn’t need the box that protected the helmet. With a raw sense of irony, Lauren smirked at the box. After all, the helmet was supposed to be protecting her head. Once the box had been properly recycled, the helmet roughly fitted so to give Lauren the illusion of a correct fit, Lauren was off to the library with an anticipatory sense of urgency. Lauren’s earliest memories were of looking at books. It didn’t matter what they were: books with pictures,. Am I wrong ?”“No Mistress”“I didn’t think so. Do you know where this is going sissy?”“Yes Mistress”“Please tell me?”“Your dating a Real Man now and he is coming here tomorrow.”“Actually no, well your sort of right. Yes a man will be coming here tomorrow, but not for me. I’m not dating anyone…yet. “Sissy’s heart is pounding, thinking oh my god this is so worse than imagined.You see sissy this may be hard to understand now, but in time I’m sure you’ll agree. I am going to be thirty next. I groaned and she continued to suck. Then she began to massage my balls and let her fingers walk up and down the line that ran from my balls to my anus, alternately pressing softly then slightly harder. She began to work it harder, one hand pumping up and down the length of my cock and the other massaging my balls between her fingers, blowing and sucking, at the same time. She sank her lips over my cockhead and sucked it deep into her mouth, taking it all the way down. Slowly she pulled her.