"Katrina looked confused again. I put a hand on her shoulder."You have to give it everything you've got, Katrina," I said. "Do you think Brendan will ...elp?" Yeah, sure, he owes me big time," she said, then checked the bedside clock. "So, do you want to do it tonight?" No, I still have to get Brendan set up on his part. We're here tomorrow night, that's soon enough."Katrina brought Brendan to my room the next morning before we left to see all the canals and monuments. He was excited about being. Because of that, she wasn't too impressed with teenage cock, except that her son was remarkably different. He made sure he had her ready and eager for his prick before he fucked her. He spent a lot of time on foreplay, more than he ever needed to, so that he was a terrible tease. It seemed to delight him that often her first climax hit her just from him sucking on her boobs, and her second from him kissing her cunt, or tickling it with his fingers.God, the very idea that her son had his head. It was difficult, but by no means impossible to access her clit and opening with my tongue, but as my previous post revealed, it all worked out – between cunnilingus and 69-ing, I made her cum three times and she lovingly drained my balls with some wonderful cock-sucking. She was very open about her sexual past and told me that no one licked her so deeply before, let alone accessed her clitorus. Three months later we were engaged in the same act when I wondered if she might be a virgin. I took. Please I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry. Please let me go. Please let me have my clothes.He slaps my balls again and again until I shut up. I curl up in pain. I fucking shut up.He tells me that I am never to speak again. I can 'oink' if I want to. Although I am never to speak a word to him again. Never. Ever.He slaps my balls some more until I am crying. I will never speak again. Never. Ever. Not a goddamn word.He says that if he fucks my face and I don't get hard, I can have my clothes.Oh my God. I.