I was angry at myself for not wearing underwear.I think I cursed, but I don’t know what I said. I wanted to say, “Fuck you.” I think it came out...right. My mouth was dry and a little numb.My hands and feet were tied down below the table. I felt warm air hit my ass, then I felt liquid drip onto it. I think it was spit. It moved down my the crack of my ass and felt like a snake working its way down to my balls. Then the snake tightened around my balls and I moaned from the painful pressure.I. She relayed the message andDorothy looked very pleased. She asked Sally to tell me to helpmyself to coffee and biscuits whenever I wanted. I smiled and askedSally to thank her. This speaking-through-an-interpreter businessfelt a little silly but it was obviously necessary, and it would be soeasy to make a mistake and answer Dorothy directly in English!Sally left to go to the bank and I got to work. I started at the topof the house flicking away spider-webs with a long-handled featherduster;. Suck it. You know you want to." I lowered my head and slowly slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt the velvety softness of his cockhead as it hit my tongue, and a lightly salty taste from the precum. Taking care not to nick him with my teeth, I wrapped my lips around his rigid shaft and slid it into my mouth, until it filled up my mouth. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, I pulled my head back and lowered it down again. Up again, down again, and I was falling into. I had been jacking off several times a day just thinking about what I was planning to do. Finally the time came to make it happen, but I chickened out at the last minute. I felt bad for leading her on, but the risk of what could happen with c***d support and how I might feel having a c***d raised by a single mother and someone I don't even know got to be too much for my young mind to get past. Just after this episode, I ended up with a demanding job that had me traveling overseas and working.