(she's still jerking my cock as she rubs her juices on my hard cock) I feel her moan in pleasure as I probe her sensitive spot with my tongue, she beg...ns sucking my cock and licking the tip with elegance. Now she's all moist and loosened up, I decide to use my middle finger and begin finger fucking her sweet little snatch as she jerks me further and licks my dick. I whisper "I've got condoms, do you need me to get them?" she nods although in the back of my head I was kinda jive'd because. It involves my cousin Sonia (name changed) who lives there after her marriage.She is two years elder to me and I visit her once a while. Although she is married for a few years she does not have any kids. Hence she still looks a college student. This time I had gone to my cousin’s place to spend a couple of days as her husband was out of town.I reached there on a Friday evening. Sonia was very happy to see me and asked about the trip. She prepared orange juice for me as it was summertime and. Each group was allowed to think of me as not the prodigal son, but perhaps another McKesson prodigy and then left to make their own assumptions about what that meant. It was true that often, as if in compensation, McKesson men who could not pass the test achieved great success in other areas. The implication was left laying there that I was one such.Later, after all but a select few were gone, I went upstairs to retrieve Dare and we joined everyone as they gathered in the Library. This was in. I put on one of my leather jacket, a pair of leather pants, gloves, and knee-high Gothic-style boots. I looked at myself in the mirror of my bedroom, all dressed in black, and I felt sexually aroused by all this leather. I felt so sexy, so powerful, but I knew deep down inside I was still just a novice, so I was worried sick inside myself.The slaves were kept naked, of course, except for their collars, shackles and chastity belts as usual. they didn't have any protection from my whip at all..