....mmmmmmfffff''''like that open, good boy, let it slide in and out''''yes in and out, you are good, very nice mouth boy give it to daddy''sit on the...water to my shoulder, back to the wall my head in his hand getting rub on , massaging my hair fucking my mouth slowly open , looking at me smilling''feels good ? you look good my cock around your lipse''''here suck me boy, have fun its your cock now''releasing me helping me on my knees sucking on his cock like a mad little cock hungry. The box went silent, and stayed silent for ten seconds. She flashed a look at the clock.“Shit!“ she yelled, and burst into action. They were outside the sound booth, and she ran past him, tearing through the door, and to the tape player. Where was the next tape? She hadn’t put out the next tape! She looked around. She couldn’t remember where they put them.“Where are the fucking tapes?“ she wailed.She’d been in the sound booth before ... lots of times ... but she’d never actually worked the. On Sundays, we would go to breakfast. We would go back to my room where we would perform oral sex on each other. She would read a book while I read the paper. We would then have lunch and go to the grocery store. I was free to see other girls but she didn't want to hear about them. We would sometimes do some photography together and she liked the developing process better than learning the picture taking side. She was getting very good at it.Dawn hinted at getting together but I was over the. What little did, I saw and felt my Lord bend over and just taste me, with the tip of his tongue, as if I were some new discovery in a laboratory. I could feel my Master utilizing this to his advantage in re-positioning the sheath, and momentarily, I felt it pushing against the sphincter muscles at my bladder, and with one strong push, he forced it through for a moment it felt like heaven, as evidently I hadnt been able to urinate for some time, and it all came rushing out, but my master.