"I don't know. That sounds pretty intense." He won't know that you are going to eat his cum. I'll kick him out after he cums, but he can't do it in me... I don't know if I'm ready to let you do that yet. He has to cum on my stomach. Maybe my tits." I would be happy with that," I admitted.She texted him, then we went back to normal conversation. It was surprising how easy it was for us to talk so normal after that conversation, especially after we had been drinking. She would occasionally look at. I took her out to dinner, we got along really well. I asked her if she would come with me if I booked a room.She said that she would, but that she was still a virgin, and she intended to remain that way until she got married.I booked the room and we went up in the lift. As soon as the doors closed I pulled her to me and kissed her. It was like a minor electric shock and she felt it to. My tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it.The lift stopped, and we went into the room.I put the radio on. The thought of someone maybe watching her touching herself is so erotic and horny that she decides to pull her stomach in and sliding her hand inside her pants for better access. Oh god, that’s so wet and hot down there, she slides her hand over her pussy mound and slips one finger so easy between her pussylips, it almost feels like she’s swallowing her hand. Her ring finger follows her middlefinger to the inside of her wetness and being sat down, she has to part her legs ever so slightly to. "Are you ready to talk now?" "Yes" I quickly responded. "But will you please remove the clamps again?" "I think not, this time. I have a feeling that you will be much more cooperative if you have a little incentive. So what's the deal about you searching for keys in your own cum?" I had no choice to explain. "Michelle, I have always loved self-bondage, but I have also craved the opportunity to be made to do something I ordinarily would never do on my own." I then explained in detail how I had.