But on the other hand, itwasn't really the dress itself that was a problem, was it? It was thefact that everyone seemed to think it was inappropriate....Not the itemitself, but a quality of the item. Could I trade that away? Did thisthing work on objects? Shit, that was a whole can of worms. What wouldhappen if I traded something between a person and an inanimate object?I looked over at Sam and pictured him as a syrup bottle.Maybe it was best to leave well enough alone.But still, there was some. Montreal was my opportunity. I traveled here with a friend on business, helping her with some presentations. The first night we went out and had a blast in the bars. The second night she felt a bit sick so we stayed in. I was bored all alone in my room so I figured why not, let me post an ad on Craigslist and see what happens. Before I knew it I received hundreds of replies and after chatting with some guys I decided to ask one to come over to the hotel.We met at the bar for a drink and hit it. She felt the touch of both women as they moved her into the desired position. Koko was reassuring her telling her to be a good girl. At the side of the bed was a big bowl full of lubricants and sex toys"Now service your mistress." Koko said in a matter of fact way, laying on her back open her legs heels pressing into the bed linen as she opened into a birthing position. The bitches' fingers slid down her body opening her slit showing a pink wet tunnel her nails teasing her growing bud.She began. “Relax your throat muscles and let my cock enter your throat. You can breathe through your nose,” he said.In an attempt not to choke, I did as he said, and magically, his cock did enter my throat.He was now fucking my throat like a very tight pussy. I was being face- and throat-fucked. Then with a loud moan, he pressed inward and held and I could feel the warmth of his cum sliding down my throat to my belly. I did not taste his cum until he withdrew his cock from my throat and I could taste.