Then the guard pushed me away. I fell on the bed gagging, sobbing andcoughing; trying to breathe. He reached down and grabbed my hair andpulled my f...ce up again so I was looking at him from level with hiswaist. His face was bright red, florid and sweaty. His jowls drippedsweat down his shirt. Without a word he rubbed his now deflating penisall over my face mixing his semen with my tears and my makeup. Then heput his cock inside his pants, zipped up and walked away. I had neverfelt so. After all everything is connected, right? Marilyn's skin was very sensitive. She didn't mind the pressure on her feet and legs, because they needed it. From standing all day at work, the added pressure would help with the circulation; she enjoyed every bit of it. Every where else Marilyn wanted very light feathery, tickling strokes. It reminded her of when she was little. Her brother and she would play tickle. It appeared to me that as Marilyn had gotten older she used this tickling on. Once we started using his car for dates, it didn't take us long to find out where the good spots for making out were. Then we really went at it. Over the next month or so I probably gave him 7 or 8 hand jobs, and maybe 4 blow jobs. It would have been more, but he usually came in my hand before I could get my lips around him. Even for a 16-year-old, Brad had a real hair-trigger.It was now time for me to train him to attend to my needs also. He was pretty good at massaging my pussy, and seemed. " I said and I unlocked door.I was taken a back when I entered. Gone was the usual old table and boxes of magazines and in there place a low bench, a stool and a suspension harness. The room was also lit with a red bulb that made it feel very strange.Roger took off his coat and was wearing leather chaps similar to mine but plain not laced up the side like mine were.He also wore gauntlets covered in studs. I actually thought he looked rather hot. Out of his coat pocket he took a collar and lead.