A bit chubby, pretty, maybe a year or two older than me. Her hair was tied up tightly, I had never seen it any other way. The waitress uniform worked ...ery well to hide her figure, snugly buttoned at the top to protect modesty. I saw the look, knew what Katey had in mind. I wasn’t in the mood for any entanglements, I still hurt from the idea of losing Amiko. I guess I thought I was in love. I was sitting in my motel room thinking when I decided. That was an obvious offer. It had been way too. I need to make you come. Need feels like such a small word for what must happen now, the intimacy we are to undergo, my hands grasping your ass, my tongue flicking at you, as you buck against my face in a mad rush. But first, my dear, I want you to hear exactly what is about to happen to you. Allow me this brief interlude to explain how I am going to make you come on my tongue. First and foremost, I must remove your pants, so you will be rolled onto your back as I sit upright. Staring into. I have a smile that could outshine the sun (or so I've been told). I've got a twenty-six inch waist and 36DD breasts. I call it my 'margarita figure'—all top heavy. Anyway, this is how I met my game lover. At first, Alex was the most annoying member of our group—always barking orders, taking over when shit wasn't done exactly to his specifications. The others openly admired him. He was charming, kind, and even generous... on occasion, when it suited his purpose. It drove me crazy. I figured it. .. ?Nervously, she probed.No. I’m a little sore, but nothing ... certainly nothing of his size ... actually breached my entrance. But then what happened? Why did I pass out? Was the mere anticipation of the pain more than I could endure?She opened her eyes, and immediately regretted it. Blinding light was everywhere, bathing her in harshness. She was lying on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, her collar loosely chained to a ring driven into the floor. Flight was impossible, but within about.