“Are you going to cum?” I ask . . . surprised at how forward I’m able to be . . . given the situation.“I will if you do.”I begin working my ...ussy more seriously, just like I would if I was alone. When he sees this he gets on the bed with me, kneeling at my side watching my hand moving rapidly between my legs. His cock is close enough for me to reach out and touch. I unintentionally let out a little moan. He takes this as a signal to touch my tits with his free hand. He’s being a bit too rough,. “I want you to cum with me, ok?”I was in no place to argue. Even though I had always fantasized about pulling out and spraying my cum over her face and body like they do in the tapes I had watched so many times, I listened to what Helen instructed. I thought the tapes had prepared me and taught me what I needed to know, but this was a whole new education and I was determined to be an apt pupil. Everything Helen had told me so far had both felt amazing and seemed to drive her crazy. Her breath. "Such a nasty, gay-boy slut!" she chuckled. "Well, here's a big black dick to keep you company until I get home!" With that, she slid the massive rubber dong up Carl's ass clear to the hilt. And with the way he was laying on the bed, she knew it wouldn't come popping out before she returned in the afternoon. Carl was moaning and writhing in his bonds as Stefanie left. As she closed the bedroom door, she felt the warm trickle of her own juices on her thighs. She was very excited by the sight of. But he found himself throwing things into a suitcase. Clothes to last him a while ... the new laptop he'd bought to replace the one ruined by the river water ... the stuffed frog riding the little wooden motorcycle ... a handful of personal records, so he'd have addresses of businesses that would send him bills. It occurred to him that he hadn't even had the post office stop forwarding his mail to Pembroke. There'd be a pile of stuff waiting for him there. The rental was paid up for another.