I sat up the equipment and we discussed on camera what words she would use to get me to stop. The words were 'red river' I tied her to the bed, arms ...tretching up and at an angle, if she were hands on a clock, her left hand would be at two and her right hand would be at eleven. Her left foot were at five and and her right foot was at seven. She was spread wide open, I started to kiss and lick her nipples one at a time till they both were as hard as I could get them, her body was trembling. This time felt so different, like I was kissing a woman. I’m sure it was because of the thoughts I had going through my mind. I watched her thick butt in the tan shorts as she opened the door and went outside. I was going to be late for work if I didn’t hurry so I grabbed a quick shower and went to work.My mind raced all day wondering if I should continue what I had started. I knew no one would ever find out but what if she figured out it was me, what would she do? Should I influence her to. I held him as if retching cock in deep tongue still under his balls as his sperm disappeared down my throat and as he withdrew he buckled as his cock-head came into contact with the slight pressure from my lips, I held him there, clenching my teeth around his mons-glans, using my tongue as a whipping toy, feeling him wince as I applied pressure and poked his small slit of an opening.Finally releasing him, I sat up and told him to get dressed, 'Not a fucking word to anyone', I said, somehow. “What about it?” he asked again. She shrugged her shoulders and then said “I just like it.” “Really, you like my chest?” he asked. “I like it a lot,” she told him. She went silent. He stayed that way too. Her eyes stayed on his chest as he watched her look at it. “Michael, this may sound odd, but may I touch it?” “Uhhhhhh, you wanna touch…my chest, really?” he said. She looked at him and as she did she nodded her head. “I think it’s a sexy looking chest,” the still inebriated young woman added..