She doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to hear he thinks about his answer. Shame, joy, guilt, arousal, excitement…he feels them all but doesn’t know...how to present his answer. “Well?” The Voice draws out. He simply replies “I like my introduction, Mistress.” “Good answer, boy. Are you ready for your next lesson?” She asks. “Yes, Mistress.” He says with immense excitement. At this statement, she stands up and picks up a bag from the floor at the side of the bed. He had not seen it sitting. With Jessica squirming around from the intense pain of the spitting process, it was very hard to hold on to her. Father was struggling to keep her still. The spit stopped its journey halfway through Jessicas chest, just under her heart. Her mother stopped to give her a second to get used to the feeling of being so full, and to hopefully add to the young girls enjoyment. After the short rest Jessicas mother once again began sliding the spit through Jessica, until she could feel it at the base of. I didn't sleep a wink until after the sun began to rise.My cell phone alarm went off at 10am. I made some coffee and tried to wake up. I recounted the events of last night over and over in my head. Am I going insane? Maybe I had a mild stroke. I looked up my doctors phone number but couldn't bring myself to dial it. I knew in my heart what the image was, I just couldn't get my brain to accept it.I headed down to the main public library to see what I could learn about the history of my house. I. I really liked when you said that you owed me a bunch of orgasms. It got my attention." We set a date and she invited me over to her apartment. She would cook and I would get a movie to watch. I got there and rang the bell. She answered the door, naked. Holy shit was she hot. Her long hair was down, her red pubic hair was trimmed to a little triangle above her slit and the rest was shaved. She leaned against the door frame and said, "I thought that maybe you would eat me." Gladly I said. She.