Also at times one lady may vanish only to come back after some period. When I enquire where she was all along, she will simply say "I was doing it in ...nother area". They never bothered to keep track of these things and would stoically say "machine sir — what is there for us to worry about any particular place — in every place we open and show our cunt for the men to water it — that is all". (In Tamil they would say Machine sir — engalukku endha idaththile enna irukku — ella idaththilum aambilai. I thought this despite the firm possibility that my impending behavior would make it look otherwise. Although I knew my next words were wrong, they burned in my throat and demanded release. My voice croaked in desperation. “Please….fuck me.” “Tell me you have a condom,” he moaned into my labia.Regret pounding in my chest. “I don’t.” “Grrr, you are killing me right now.” He flicked his tongue across my clitoris for emphasis. “It’s so hungry right now…feed it for me. Feed her. I’m begging you. He gagged as the acidic, warm goop burnt his tongue and settled like a leaden mass in his stomach. His face turned white as a wave of nausea swept over him. "That's better," she said, "you'll get used to it after a few more times and it will probably take at least that until you begin to learn some self-control. Now, let's get on with the second part of your treatment. I want you to bend over and grab hold of your ankles." By now totally submissive, he did as he was told. She stepped over. She was so cute to look at with her long blonde hair looking like it was glowing in the sun light. she had on small braid in bangs giving her a sweet innocent look. I was already getting hard.I walked up behind her as she dug in her bag and put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. She turned putting her free arm around my neck and stuck her tongue in my throat. We stood at my car kissing hard and deep, her lips so soft and moist I could not stop. I was pleased she did not care.