“I need to cum, and your mouth is so talented, and it’s just what I need.”I continued to protest. I really wasn’t keen on licking my own cum o...t of her, as most men aren’t. Our fear of being turned into gays is probably the reason. Lily rolled away from me at that point and I knew our nighttime frolic was over.A couple of days later as we were going to bed, Lily seemed a bit nervous about something. I asked what was wrong and she muttered that it was nothing. When we got under the covers, she. ' ' I am a slut.' ' What are you?' ' I am a filthy little cumslut who doesn't deserve to play with your cock.' I reach for your lead and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to make me a Coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the floor and fill it with water, if you're going to behave like an a****l you can drink like one. You crawl to the bowl and bend your head to start. ‘Mhmm…it was very sinful. I believe you have to do three years of penance if caught—but I won’t tell. You’re much too beautiful a girl to keep your carnality locked in a little box until your marriage.’ He knelt down before me—our bodies very nearly touching, my breath caught in my throat. Slowly, he reached outwards and rested his hand upon my bare knee. ‘Have you done this before, Eleanor? Touched yourself down there?’ I shook my head negatively and my loosened hair fell before my eyes. He. When we communicated, I felt at times how they are the calm and I am the storm. They broke at least some of the stereotype of South-European men, reluctant to disturb the modest social fabric of the town. I'm a bit of a slut I suppose. No shame in it really. I love picking up guys, and the occasional girl. But it was a conservative crowd in a really old fashioned town, where I knew people, so I restrained myself. I usually did that at the other bar. Far enough from where I lived. It's so hard.