I get your rigid shaft about halfway into my mouth and I start to pump faster, a salty taste filling my mouth as your head starts to leak pre-cum. I p...mp up and down, slowly but surely working my way down your cock, hearing your sleepy moans as I tighten and loosen my lips, changing the amount of pressure from my tongue. Slowly my lips get lower and lower, making nice slow progress to stop myself from gagging loudly, afraid it will wake you up with a start. I gag a few times, softly, little. The funny thing is, she didn't live very far from the high school that I used to go to.Every morning and afternoon I'd see her sitting on her front porch and we'd always wave at each other, but never converse.It was taboo for some stupid reason. I know because I tried once when I was fourteen and I got in trouble because of it.Thing is though, I thought she was so freaking hot.I mean, she was quite young, in her late thirtee's, long blond hair, tight little body, and big natural breasts, as in. ‘I wouldn’t have let you go back.’ Julie blinked. What was he saying? Did he mean he wanted a real relationship with her? It sounded like that’s what he meant. Her belly tingled and her body flushed with warmth. Could it be real? Julie thought about times that she had lay in Greg’s arms, their bodies embracing, sweating and exhausted. The way he brushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed her tenderly. The way he held her, made her feel so secure, for a long time after the ecstasy had. One of the escorts comes to take me from my cell. He tells me to face the wall and draws a broad belt around my waist. He buckles it tightly. He takes my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. He slips the hasp of a padlock through the staple on the buckle and clicks it shut."Turn around, Fifty," he says flatly.I see he's holding a leather dog's leash. He clips it to my nose ring. "Are you enjoying this, Fifty?" he says.I blush. The truth is that I am. He knows. I don't have to say. He's holding.