“Wasn’t I doing a good job?”“Oh, you were doing great; really a quick learner. But I have more to teach you. Lay down on the bed.”I quickly ...id as I was told. He then moved to his knees. I thought he was going to suck me again, which I would have loved, but instead he pushed my legs up to my chest, spread my ass cheeks again, and began licking my ass hole.“Oh fuck, that feels great!” I yelled. And it did. Everything he was doing to me felt great. I watched him slurp his tongue all around my. After about fifteen or so minutes, not inspired by what I saw (and thoroughly disgusted by one story in particular), I closed the window and was about to quit Netscape when the advertisement, which I had not realised was still there, caught my eye: Lacking inspiration? INSPIRER 2000 Intrigued, I clicked on the advert and was transported to the web page of some firm I'd never heard of named Inspirationz Ltd. They were selling a product for authors called the Inspirer 2000. Apparently, it was a. I think I've always been shy because both my parents were overachievers. Their expectations of me were far greater than I could accomplish. When he was around, I was daddy's princess; he overlooked all my shortcomings. Mom, on the other hand, wanted me to be just like her, always pushing, outgoing, and never settling for what I was given. When my father died, I came to grips with it all. That's when my mother and I became closer.When I turned eighteen, mom suggested we start a tradition for the. I did my best to keep up the sucking of Jim's cock, but had a hard time not thinking heavily about Mike's cock buried deep inside me. Mike and Jim found a rhythm and had me rocking back and forth from cock to cock. I was in pure bliss listening to the two of them moan and their glorious cocks penetrating me over and over."This is what you are going to get from me when you come asking for reports next time." Mike said as he thrust a little harder to make a point to his words. I could hear Jim.