I put my lips around the head of his cock and startedsucking. My tongue flicked across the tip of his cock to taste the precum. Istarted moving my hea... up and down on his cock. Takin more of him in my moutheach time, sucking harder and harder. I looked up at him over the top of myglasses. He put both his hands in my hair, pushing it out of the way. I wasstill stroking his cock with my hand since it didn't completely fit in my mouth,I could just get half.He let his head fall back and moaned. One voice was Emilie’s. She knew the other voice was Marian, a close friend of both her Mum and Emilie. They all belonged to the local Church. “It was just so funny, wasn’t it?” Emilie said, continuing, “How the vicar could not stop scratching his buttocks up in the pulpit.” Marian laughed madly. “He just could not stop, even now he doesn’t realise it was itching powder. We will have to do it again as it livened things up instead of listening to another of his oh so boring sermons.” Emilie. In some situations, the woman - excuse me, the victim, which is not always female – can't just leave. He or she may not have the means. Or she may be terrified that he'll hunt her down and... um – excuse me, I've been too long without nicotine. I need a smoke break.”Once Olivia was out of range, I gently chided Lilly. “Honey, you're doing that girl thing again.” “What 'girl thing'? What's that supposed to mean?”“You're connecting. We're supposed to be wooing. I don't have much experience wooing. "Now, I'm going to relieve myself in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop. If you don't, you'll go back into the cage for another three days."Cheryl gulped as quickly as she could, doing her best to avoid gagging as Craig's urine filled her mouth with a rancid, acidic flavor. It was a taste she would become very intimate with, and one which would eventually cause quivers of passion deep inside her cunt."Are you ready to submit, slut?" Donna asked."Yes, Mistress," was Cheryl's weak.