This instantly brought his softening dick back to attention and he asked if she wanted to try again.She declined to suck but said, “If you want to y...u can play with it, and cum in my mouth, its tired right now, but I like the taste of your cum. It’s salty, but good; you can cum in my mouth anytime.”“Even… if you are asleep?”“No… I want to know you are cumming in my mouth.”“Can I cum on you tonight after you go to sleep… and rub it into your buggy? Please?”“Yes… but after you’re done, you have. I can’t!”“Oh but you should, Bill. I have your Mother’s phone number and eventually you will be out when I call. I will tell her all about us and what we did that night. Of course, it will my word against yours but eventually one of my letters will find its way to your Mother.”My heart sank even deeper. What was I to do? I could change the phone number and make up a story that we were being harassed but there was no way I could be home for every single mail delivery. I was trapped.“I suggest. She loved tradition and her parents had agreed so she and Rob hadn't seen each other at all that day, not since the rehearsal and the dinner following it the night before.Ellie had enjoyed the last hour of getting ready for her wedding. She'd used it not only as a time to be alone with her thoughts about her new husband-to-be but also about their new life together, starting a family, having their own home and all that went with being a newly married couple. Ellie had picked out everything she. He came in the room. OMG the man put something in my coke to knock me out. The motel man looked around he room picking up a stack of photos that were on the dresser, What the fuck went on here he yelled. "nothing sir i feel asleep" I said. Yes you did your fucking slut he yelled tossing me the photos. There were 30-40 Polaroids of me with cum on my face, cum dripping out of my sissy hole, dildos, objects inserted in em. Me in poses. A few of me sitting up on the bed my eyes closed with.