"Suck it bitch,” he barked. This is the first time someone had talked dirty to me and I loved it. Josh grabbed my head and then started thrusting in...o my mouth. “Yeah, you like getting your face fucked” Josh stated. The force exerted by Joshs hand increased and then with a forceful thrust he pushed his dick into deep into my mouth deep forcing me to gag. “Thats it bitch, you like gagging on my dick don’t you”. I recovered and went back for more. His hands resumed pressure on my head as we. He pulsed 2, 3, 4 times and I felt his jizz flowing into me, then out of me and down my ass. He was filling me to overflowing.And I woke up.I was wet, so I started the coffee and climbed into the shower. 5 minutes, and I could smell the coffee from the kitchen, and was feeling better. But I still felt wet inside, so I lowered the massager on its hose and aimed it between my legs. I leaned into the corner as I was overcome with pleasure.A few minutes later I had a long but relaxing climax, just. I took a rag and started cleaning them. I had almost done when the telephone rang, startling me. My daydreams evaporated at once. The phone was upstairs so I decided not to answer the call. Eventually, the ringing stopped. I turned my attention back to the crutches. Why am I cleaning them? There is no use of them. Despite this reasoning, I did the job diligently. Then, I placed the crutches under my armpits, and leaned on them. I did it as if to the manner born. It was exciting to feel their. A suggestion of what might happen when I got her back to my room. It was almost too easy.Almost.Regardless, it was a lot of fun.One of the things that distinguished this formal ball from any other Saturday night in The Union, was the quality of the live entertainment. Saturday nights were always live music nights, but on this occasion, I’d actually heard of the band up on stage, and while The Mutt’s Nuts weren’t going to be headlining any summer festivals any time soon, they had at least had a.